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NOVEMBER, 1 92^ 





FOREWORD— The Editor 1 


"SATISFIED"— Edmund G. Paine, '27 . 2 

"CAN HUMAN THOUGHT WAVES REACH MARS"— Edward Abely, '26 . . 2 

"ON THE SEVENTH PERIOD"— Julia Connolly, '25 3 


"THE COLLEGE KIDS"— Myrtha S. Lindeberg, '25 3 

"THE TREES"— M. C. Scampini, '26 6 

"ON GOING TO THE MOVIES"— Helen C. Corcoran, '25 6 

"OCTOBER"— Vella Jackman, '27 7 

"WAS I TO BLAME?"— Grace Potter, '25 8 

"BILL" — Maurice I. Maher, '25 9 

"THE MYSTERIOUS VISITOR"— Irene Tinkham, '27 10 

"AN INSPIRATION"— Irving Fireman, '25 11 

"THOUGHTS"— Joseph Moore, '26 .... 12 


Keddy, '26 12 

"THE MOON"— C. R. N., '27 13 

"GETTING MY HAIR BOBBED"— Grace Potter, '25 13 

"SONG OF THE BENCH WARMER"— E. Cobb, '25 15 

"A RAINY DAY"— Barbara Jordan, '26 15 

"OLD GEORGE"— Thornton Stevens, '26 16 

"JOHNNY"— Peter Clem, '27 17 

"IN THE FORECASTLE"— Chester A. Bailey, '25 17 

"AUTUMN"— D. Williams, '25 19 

"PHANTOMS IN THE NIGHT"— Mary Balboni, '25 19 

"THE INEVITABLE INTERRUPTION"— Vincent Kenefick, '25 .... 20 

"STORY WRITING"— Mary Wolfe, '25 20 

"A DAY OF MUTUAL SATISFACTION"— Myrtha Lindeberg, '25 . . . .21 

"OUR FRIEND THE DOG"— Robert C. Waldheim, '25 21 

"THE LIFE OF MR. B "—Francis Granahan, '27 22 

"GETTING A LICENSE"— Eva N. Kneznek, '25 . . . . . . .23 

"THE PHANTOM PLANE"— Arthur Darling, '27 24 

"ON CATCHING A TRAIN"— Alice M. Pratt, '25 25 

"THE THOUGHTS OF A SENIOR"— O. Johnson, '25 26 

"AN UNEXPECTED INHERITANCE"— Elizabeth W. Gilliland, '25 . . . .26 

"THE GHOST"— Bertha Daniels, '27 28 


"NORWOOD'S FOOTBALL TEAM"— Philip Kravitz, 8B 30 

"THE COMING OF WINTER"— Bertha Cushing, 8A . . . - . . . .30 

"CERNOWITZ, RUMANIA"— Bertha Cushing, 8A 31 


"CHEERS FOR N. H. S."— Gladys Johnson, '28 31 

"A JUNIOR LIFESAVER"— Joseph P. O'Connor, '28 31 

"CHRISTMAS"— Margaret Eisenhaur, 8A 32 

"A GOOD CITIZEN"— Anna Bataitas, 8A 32 

"AUTUMN"— Grace Shackley, 9 32 

"A NARROW ESCAPE"— Edward Kneznek, '29 32 

"AN INVENTION"— Angelo Macchi, '29 32 










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J&\\v Argitetuit 

VOL. 5 





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^TpHE members of the Editorial Staff 
of the "Arguenot" work, and work, 
and work. And for what? Money? 
Decidedly, no! Glory? Again, no. 
Appreciation? Yes. 

But the great reason for their work is 
the joy of achievement. There is always 
this for encouragement, the feeling of 
having done their best, and resting satis- 
fied — until the next issue comes out. 
Then the same feverish activity. They 
must do better, better still! 

So, satisfied — temporarily — the Staff 
presents to its readers a new "first 
issue" of the "Arguenot." And it sin- 
cerely hopes that you, too, will be satis- 
fied — temporarily. Then, when the next 
issue is to be published, it trusts that you 
will aid, as you have this time, in making 
your magazine measure up to your ideal. 

An Intellecluial Alarm Clock 

I HAVE the most efficient alarm clock 
in the world. It has been accepted 
by all students and experts on alarm 
clocks as the only practical and efficient 
means by which a person may be removed 
from a stale of dormancy. This marvel 
never fails to work and may not be re- 
moved except by parricide; hence it? 

The clock is intellectual because if the 
morning be cold it works easily, removes 
the clothes, and leaves me to shiver in 
the frigid atmosphere; or should I by 
chance go to sleep again, it finds more 
drastic measures by which to make me 

If the clock be handled gently while 
new, it can be taught to work twice and 
thereby give one a chance to meditate 
on the beauties of the morning: but it 
overstrained, may become very disagree- 
able. It is usually best to compromise 
once in a while and get up on first call 


so as to preserve its temper and thereby 
get the maximum sleep with the minimum 

This intellectual and efficient piece 

of intricate mechanism is widely used 
and is known under the names of 
"Mother," "Ma," and sometimes, "Pa." 
Edwin Cobb, '25. 


THERE are many different types 
of people in the world. All have 
their merits and demerits. Some people 
look upon the world as a cold, unsym- 
pathetic and bleak place, but the kind 
of person I like is one who settles himself 
down to his station in life and is satisfied. 
Some people call him "Happy-Go-Lucky/" 
and other such names. He really isn't 
in the full sense of the word. For 
though he does take things as they come, 
and is satisfied with what comes to him, 
he tries to do w T hat he can to make the 
world a good place in which to live. For 

in truth, he is just a firm believer in the 
proverb "There's no use crying over 
spilt milk." You frequently feel gloomy 
yourself, and when a friend is gloomy also, 
you feel that he has no right to "Steal 
your stuff," and are angry at him. But 
a person who always has a happy smile 
cheers you up. Therefore, all in all, 
a person of this type is good to have in 
this world. For though he may see 
the funny side when you think it is a 
serious matter, his assets overwhelm his 

Edmund G. Paine, '27. 

Can Human Thought- Waves Reach Mars 

"Perhaps the Martians are 
sending us now some signal we 
fail to recognize; some form so 
advanced that our intelligence 
is too rudimentary to catch it." 

THIS statement was made by Car- 
mille Flammarion, the eminent 
French scientist who believes in mental 
telepathy. He is one of the most noted 
astronomers of the present century. He 
is eighty-two years old and has his ob- 
servatory, laboratory, and museum at 
Juvist, just outside of Paris. 

The mysterious phenomenon of mental 
telepathy is very nearly discovered to be 
thought waves which cannot, as yet, be 
controlled. If these thought waves could 
be controlled, then, why couldn't we 

have inter-planetary r communication with 
Mars? If thought waves were to be used, 
how do we know the Martians would be 
able to understand us? The Martians 
may not have the same emotions we 
have; therefore, we could not broadcast 
by thought emotions. 

We know that in physics the laws are 
universal. Therefore if we are built as 
we are, then why are the Martians not 
built the same way; if there is such a thing 
as life on Mars? Radio cannot be used 
because their speech may not be at all 
like ours. The only possible way that 
the Martians can be communicated with 
is by emotions broadcasted by thought 

Edward Abely, '26. 


On the Seventh Period 

TS it worth while? Do the pupils 
•*■ really derive any benefit from this 
extra period? These are some of the 
questions heard when it is learned that 
the seventh period is again instituted in 
our regular program. It is almost im- 
possible to answer these quest ions. Some 
of the class claim that they can at least 
look over the next day's assignments and 
see what books must be taken home. 
But others just as stoutly claim that by 
the time the clock has wound its slow 
and weary way to the beginning of the 

seventh period, they are tired 
and think only of getting outside of 

four prison-like wall.-. But more than 
that, the pangs of hunger are -lowly but 
surely eating a greal cavity in that part 
of a person's make-up which i- 
important to a school-boy's mind. 
ever, we must be resigned. As we have 
already added the seventh period b 
program cards, it is only left us to find 
out how much we can accomplish in that 
longest of long forty minute-. 

Julia Connolly, '2T>. 

The College Kids 

RALPH MacGRATH parked his Liv- 
ing Lie just beyond the radius of 
the bright lights streaming from the small 
town railway station, and waited for ad- 
venture. Lifting his eyebrows in a blase 
fashion, he knocked his long-stemmed, 
small-bowled pipe against a convenient 
hydrant, and, again in the approved and 
blase fashion, stretched out his long legs, 
clad in immaculate twenty-inch flannels 
and refilled his "snag." 

The Living Lie was so called because 
it was one. The shell looked like a 
million dollars, but only Ralph and his 
washer-woman knew how much the 
kernel looked and acted like a Ford. 

Ralph resembled his "cawr." Outside 
he looked like a student of Tech or 
Harvard, or even Yale. Really he was 
a soda-jerker at "The College Drug 
Store." where he received and prac- 
tised assiduously all his tips concerning 
clothing, speech, '"'line" and other eccen- 
tricities and peculiarities of the modern 
college youth. Ralph had ambitions, 
however. He was a born actor, even he 
himself admitted, and he could and would 
rise high. Tonight, as on previous nights, 
he was out for practice. He gave him- 
self a separate role for each separate 
evening. As the bored eyebrows and 
the twenty-inch trousers may have an- 


nounced, his role for the night was that 
of the College Kid. It was safe, however, 
to play this particular part in the im- 
pressionable suburbs rather than in the 
experienced and know-it-all surroundings 
of the city proper. City folks were 
cagey, they were; but small- town Janes, 
bah! Anybody could put anything over 
on them. Tomorrow he'd stay in the 
city, though. He'd planned to play the 
virtuous young and handsome country 

R. MacGrath was undoubtedly hand- 
some. He had a perfect nose. His chin 
lined up to all ideals set by cigarette ads. 
His eyes were always a trifle narrowed, 
and fascinatingly fringed by lashes a 
good three shades darker than his nut- 
brown, perfectly parted, wavy hair. 
His eyebrows were classic and expressive, 
, more so than his half-seen eyes. His 
mouth was determined, thin, and just 
now endowed with a disinterested droop. 
Ralph MacGrath certainly had some 
cause for his self-satisfaction. 

The snag was successfully lighted and 
Ralph draped himself over the steering- 
gear of the Living Lie. A girl tripped 
by. Ralph removed his pipe from his 
cynical mouth with a listless hand, raised 
his left eyebrow and winked his right 
eye. Up went the girl's nose, by she 

"Oh, ver—y well!" murmured Ralph 
and returned the pipe to the cynical 

A train arrived. A few tired com- 
muters dropped wearily off. 

A policeman sauntered up to the Ford- 

"Bettor move along, Buddy, or I'll 
have to keep yon. You're parked 'long- 
side a hydrant," 

"Oh, ver—y well," said Ralph, and 
nonchalantly began to set the motor 
in motion. 

And then Adventure whirled upon 
him, before he had quite shifted gears. 
It came in the form of a very diminutive 
and smart young woman who was en- 
veloped in a black cape and an aroma 
of Narcis Noir. She piled a week-end 
bag and a brief case into the car, jumped 
in, grasped the astonished (but still in 
his college pose) Ralph by the arm, waved 
a frivolous hand to the amazed omcer-of- 
the-law, and said in a delightfully domi- 
neering and melodious voice, "Drive!" 

Ralph drove. 

After fully two minutes of silence, he 
spoke up — -"Where?" 

"I said 'Drive!' " commanded the 

Ralph drove, while the girl still grasped 
his arm. 

After another silence she said, "To 
Farnsworth Hall, Welscliffe College. And 
get there before eleven o'clock!" Still 
the authoritative voice; and then chang- 
ing suddenly to a most pleading tone, 

For that "please" Ralph would have 
driven anywhere before eleven o'clock. 
He tried to drive with his left hand only, 
but the combined and strenuous efforts 
of both girl and car soon discouraged 
this. Oddly enough, he was pleased, 
over the girl's efforts, that is. What the 
dash-it-all was the matter with the car, 
anyway? Who was the girl? Where'd 
she come from? Welscliffe — h'm. A 
kindred soul, a college kid. She didn't 
act exactly like his idea of a college kid. 
But here was Adventure, at any rate! 

Gosh — darn — blanket y — blank! The 
car coughed and stopped amid a sputter 
of fervid exclamations from Girl, car and 
Ralph. Happily it occurred a short 
fifty yards from a garage. Soon Ralph 
had left loud orders for its conveyance, 
tomorrow, after being repaired, to Col- 
lege Row, off Washington Street; had 

THE \ im; i i; \ OT 

gallantly moved the Girl and her para- 
phernalia into a nearby taxi, given the 
address, and they were off. 

He was rewarded by a soft whisper 
coming through the semi-darki i 
"You're a dear! Thanks," and a gentle 
pressure on the sleeve of his loose and 
collegiate top-coat. From there on they 
progressed in silence, the Girl for reasons 
of her own, Ralph because he was afraid 
he'd frighten Adventure away. All sorts 
of ideas, beautiful, promising, took shape 
in the dark of the taxi. What should 
he do when they arrived at her destina- 
tion? "'Tcha doin' tomorrow P. M. 
kiddo?" No, that was too crude. Should 
he merety call there, tomorrow evening, 
at Farnsworth Hall? Should — 

The car came to a grinding halt. 
Ralph started as several heads, all bobbed 
and curled, were thrust in. 

"Oh, Connie!" "I didn't think you'd 
dare do it!" "How could you?" "He's 
quite nice.'' "How w r as it?" "Who is 
he? A colliege?" "Oh, Connie—!" 

The girls pulled the Girl out, exclaimed 
over her and the stupified Ralph. He 
merely stared. Then one girl, taking 
pity on him, explained, vaguely — "Con- 
nie did it on a bet, you know. She 
took the outbound train to Narliston. 
She didn't have a cent, you know. Betted 
to get there and back with no money, 
before eleven. She'd 'forgotten her 
money' on the train, and I guess she 
bummed you. Mercy, Connie, how could 
you?" And again pandemonium reigned. 

Ralph signalled the driver and they 
left the chattering group behind, with a 
fearful groaning of gears. The last 
thing Ralph saw were the appealing eyes 
of the Girl, who had been quiet all 
through the babble. She looked as 
though she were sorry. 

Well she could be! He was off women 
for life. Blah! Two-faced, they were. 

They made a man look ridicule 
v.:i- then greater pleasure. Blab! 

Mechanically Ik- gave the inquiring 
taxi driver hie address. ( ol 
[1 seemed to mock him. 

After what seemed 
tormenl . he stepped out before bis familiar 
boarding-house. "Ten dollars!" Darn! 
Money to burn, he had not! ( iff he 
stalked, gritting hi- teeth. 

"Hey, mister!" 

"What?" Ralph pivoted about, im- 

"Forgot your baggage, mister!" 

"Oh, Heck!" Ralph exploded. "Her 
dash-it-all truck!" He grabbed the brief 
case and week-end bag viciously, vindic- 
tively. "Darn her! dan 

The taxi driver grinned. That was 
too much. Ralph glowered at him, and 
again stalked off, up the steps, only 
forced to stop again to dig out his latch 
key with much bother and many ex- 
pletives. Then the darkness of the hall- 
way hid him from the now highly amused 

After a tortured night, during which 
he swore off college stuff for life, Ralph 
sent off the offending baggage by ex- 
press. He wouldn't see her again. Darn 
the girl, with her college airs and college 

All forenoon he lived up to his name 
with a vengeance. He jerked ice cream 
sodas and frozen chocolates with a 
vehemence that attracted considerable 

"'Smaller? She go back on you?" 
"She let you down. MacGrath?" "Cheer 
up, old bean!" Humorous sympathy 
was offered from all sides. Ralph merely 
glared at the pack of them. College 
kids! Bah! 

In a slack period before noon, while 
he was wiping off the marble topped 



counter, he heard a delightfully domi- 
neering and melodious voice say — 

"Four banana splits!" Then the voice 
trailed off to the pleading tone, "Oh — 

Ralph looked up. Yes, there stood 
the Girl. Her eyes were very appealing 
and large with surprise and he saw that 
they were the brownest brown he had 
ever known. And her hair was black, 
and smooth, and not bobbed. She had 
on no hat, and wore a very trim and 
unassuming black gown, partially cov- 
ered by a white frilly, starched apron. 
By Jove, but that getup looked like a 
maid's! Then she wasn't a college kid, 
after all. 

They talked and talked across the 
marble-topped counter, their elbows 
jostling orange-crushers and soda-glass 
containers. Everything was explained. 

She had done it on a bet, but not in the 
spirit he had imagined. He told how 
he had sent off the baggage, and then 
found himself explaining his presence 
at the suburban station, and his life- 
long ambition, and — 

"Mercy! I've talked ages! I'm tak- 
ing the ice cream up to the girls at the 
dorm., who are being punished for 
coming in late by not being allowed to 
go out today. I'm maid up at Farns- 
worth Hall, you know — . Hurry, ple- 

Ralph hurried. 

That evening they went riding in the 
repaired Living Lie. And Ralph told 
her some more about his future — and 

Myrtha S. Lindeberg, '25. 

The Trees 

Yonder stands the fir tree, 
Dressed in fadeless green. 
Yonder stands the oak tree, 
Majestic as a queen. 

Yonder stands the maple tree, 
Its giant arms so high 
That it is seen for miles away 
'Gainst a cloudless sky. 

M. C. Scampini, '26. 

On Going to the Movies 

IT has always been a source of pity to 
me to see so many people who are 
ignorant of the modern method of en- 
joying the cinema. Please let me state 
a few of the principal rules of modern 
etiquette, assuring you that anyone 
who follows them should at least have 
one exciting evening. 

In deciding upon a theatre to attend, 
you should always choose one with a 
balconjr. After making sure of this 
fact, you should approach the ticket 
office in a crouching position which will 

make you look small and in this way you 
may enter on half-fare. If you are de- 
tected, immediately resume your natural 
position and inquire about the prices. 
There is usually a sign concerning the 
prices, but it is considered good form 
to ask and to check up the answer by 
looking at the sign. If all answers are 
correct, purchase a ticket for the balcony. 
The ideal seat is in the middle of the 
row. This requires that half of the row 
must stand up to allow you to pass. If 
possible step on their toes. When enter- 


>ng the row hold elbows extended so thai 
they bump against the heads of i he people 
in front. Tin's distracts them from the 

picture, but it rests their eyes by taking 
them off the screen to scowl at you. 

On arriving at your seat, slam if down 
quickly, and you may squeeze the iocs 
of the man in back. If you are lucky 
and catch his toes, sit down quickly 
making a tighter squeeze. If this is 
done properly, you should hear, very 
plainly, a cry from the man in back. 
Your success in this operation is measured 
by the volume of the cry. 

You are now in a position to watch the 
picture. You should never enter the 
movies without first purchasing a package 
of gum. With the entire package in 
your mouth keep time to the orchestra. 

Some modern authors recommend the 
buying of salted peanuts. Then, if the 
picture is not interesting you may employ 
your time by throwing them one by one 
into the air and listening to the startled 
exclamations of the people as the peanuts 
descend on their unoffending heads. 

Most high ' ' k out 

baldheaded men. as the resound 
light ful. 

Sometimes ii happen 
is pbel ructed bj a fluffy, bobb 
flapper. It so, lean forward 
the hair firmly, wvo a quick I 
left or righl whichever i 
If t he head d >es qoI remain in the 
lion in which y m place i hould 

stick your gum on the shoulder <»f the 
man next to the head arid, giving the 
hair another pull, fasten it to the : 
shoulder by mean- of the gum. 
you may see the picture and d 
to read the til les aloud: 

When the picture is almosl ovei 
and start to retrace your - r the 

toes of those about yon. Whei 
reach the aisle, pause, to put on 
coat. This will obstruct s ime people's 
view, but they won't mind. Then slowly 
walk up the aisle whistling loudly, if 
you are able to and if the pro] 

Helen C. Corcoran, '25. 

Oh, autumn days, gay autumn days! 
Though when you're here the flowers die; 
Still all their colors do not fade, 
But linger on in tree and sky. 


'Tis then the hunter ventures forth 
To seek his prey from south to north, 
And birds in flocks do southward fly; 
Like clouds they look as they sail by. 
Vella Jackman, '27 


Was I to Blame? 

PEOPLE say that I was insane when I 
did it, that only a maniac would have 
done it! Huh! a lot they know about it! 
Why, it was the sanest act of my whole 
sixteen years! 

Throughout my entire life preceding 
the date of this occurrence, I had stifled 
eveiy violent impulse. I had followed 
the dictates of my conscience, — my sense 
of duty, and I had exulted with conscious 
pride in my own self-control. I had 
been bound by the chains of convention 
and made mute by the gag of public 
opinion. Hence, I reiterate proudly that 
it was the sanest act of my life, and I 
confess to not the slightest regret. 
Given like circumstances, I should do 
the same thing over again. 

It was a Saturday morning. Have you 
ever noticed that most domestic murders 
occur on Saturdays? Yes, they do! 
Watch the papers and see for yourself! 
Well, I repeat, it was a Saturday morning. 
I wish you to remember this fact! I 
impress it upon your minds! Cling to it! 
for on it hangs my story! 

So, once more it was a Saturday morn- 
ing! Furthermore it was rather a crisp, 
peppery, Saturday morning — just one 
of that kind that makes you want to 
stay in bed and enjoy to the full your 
warm and cosy resting place. How- 
ever, duty called, and my mother being 
away, I was forced to arise. 

Reluctantly I crept out and went with 
lagging steps to get the family breakfast. 
While in the process of doing so, I burned 
my hand and rather severely. However, 
I remarked no copious flow of tears when 
I recounted this mishap to my assembled 
brethren. This lack of sympathy, need- 
less to say, did not lessen my own volume 
of self-pity. 

But at last they were through and 

away, and I was left to cope with the 
burden of Saturday cleaning. With no 
very marked enthusiasm I went about it. 
But my desire to be done urged me on 
and I labored with great ferocity. When 
at last I stopped to look at the time, I 
found it to be twelve o'clock. My father 
would be home in a short while, expecting 
his lunch. So, I was forced to abandon 
my work and leave my pile of accumu- 
lated dirt and rubbish at the head of the 
stairs, while I flew about gathering to- 
gether the food for the coming meal. 

But alas! I found the woodbox empty 
and needs must fetch some kindling! 
This, of course, made my already amiable 
temper all the sweeter and this sweetness 
was increased by my upsetting a kettle 
of boiling water upon my left foot. 
Consequently, when at last I was through, 
and the family was eating my hastily 
prepared meal, it was with no small 
feeling of relief that I sank upon a chair, 
saying to myself, "There, that's done 
with, and all my rooms are lovely and 
clean. But gee! I'll tell the world I'm 

These thoughts were hardly formulated 
in my' mind, when a whirlwind rushed 
past me, dashed up the stairs, ploughed 
through my heap of dirt, and vanished 
into the rooms beyond, carrying with him 
all the dirt he could very well bear along! 

I had reckoned without one important 
factor — my younger brother! You re- 
member the one! He used to be a choir 
boy, because, as I often told him, they 
mistook the stupidity of his facial expres- 
sion for angelic innocence! 

Quickly I followed him up the stairs 
to view the havoc he had wrought! Oh, 
alas for my spick and span chambers! 
The dust had flown hither and yon! 
They looked worse than when I first 

T II i; A RG i l N OT 

started to clean them! By the time I 
had arrived, my brother had yanked 

out all the drawers, pulled the neatly 
piled garments out and left them lying 
on the floor! One would have thought 
at least a cyclone had created this chaos! 
As I weakly viewed the results of his 
distructive work of a few moments, some 
primitive and long-suppressed emotion 
of hate arose within me! They say that 
in moments of wrath, one is gifted with 
almost superhuman strength; if this be 
so, then it must have been the piano I 

threw at him. II 

doubtful on thif point, for I i 

remember the exacl weapon . : 

\\'h:it I do recall, though, while 

looking at hi- pi body I 

filled with i"<'lintf of joy, of light- 

ness of spirit! I had bur-t my bond 
had for <>u<-<- freed myself fron 
shackles of Belf-restraint! Yes I 
primitive, but I was free, and the only 
really sane person on earth! 

Now, do you blame me for killing him? 
Grace Potteb, 21 

The shells came screaming overhead, 
The rain kept pouring down; 
Four of us were smoking 
Forty feet below ground. 

Sandy, me, an' Jim an' Joe 

Were way down in there, dreaming; 

The ground was damp, the smoke hung 

The shells above kept screaming. 

Sandy puffed at his black pipe 
(He'd had it for a year), 
The rest of us were smoking butts; 
The shells, they sounded near. 

Jim asked a story from someone, 
The rest of us wanted one, too. 
Sandy had one that he had begun 
An' now I will tell it to you. 

" 'Twas June 6 on the Verdun Front, 
Me pal was Billy Gray, 
We both volunteered for pinker's work 
An' me Bill, he died before day. 

We carried the bombs across the dark 

That separates terrible foes — 

We carried the bombs, right up to the 

An' still on me story goes. 

We planted the bombs in the right place. 
A few feet from enemy lines, 
We soon started back, at snail's pa 
Thru the mud, an' dirt, an' slime 

A star shell suddenly lit the sky 
An' there before us lay 
A squad of German soldiers. 
Who certainly hail us at bay. 

We dove head first into a hole. 

That lay upon our right ; 

We drew our guns, and there we crouched 

It seemed to me all night. 

It was only the space of a minute tho', 
'Fore we spied two helmeted heads: 
The report of our guns rang into the night 
An' two of the Huns fell dead. 

The report of our guns awakened the rest. 
An' into our hole did they come: 
The knives flashed, the guns roared. 
An' soon I was shot and stunned. 



Falling rain awaked me, 
My clothes were soaked with blood, 
My limbs were stiff, I could not move, 
An' round me were filth an' mud. 

Four Germans lay in that deep hole 
Along with me an' Bill; 
His face was pale, an' streaked with blood, 
An' he looked so cold, an' still. 

A jagged wound was in his breast 
An' his arm was almost severed, 
But that smile that stood upon his lips, 
I'll never forget that, never. 

I was carried back in a couple of hours 
With four punctures in my skin, 

It took eight months to get around, 
To shoulder a gun again. 

Here I am, but I can't forget, 
That night on the Verdun Front, 
When Bill an' me were both shot up 
By a squad of those dirty skunks." 

Sandy lapsed into silence, 
His head on his heaving breast, 
His pipe was out, his eyes were wet, 
An' his troubled brain wouldn't rest. 

The shells came screaming overhead, 
The rain kept pouring down, 
An' four of us kept thinking 
Forty feet below the ground. 

Maurice I. Maher, '25. 

Tike Mysterious Visitor 

yv » <WAS dark and cold; outside the 
-*■ wind blew and the rain fell in 
torrents. Somewhere in the distance a 
shrill train whistle broke the silence of 
the night. Two miles from any human 
habitation, set back about two or three 
rods from the roadside, stood a small 
cottage, from the window of which a 
light glimmered forth its cheery welcome. 
Inside the warm homelike kitchen, two 
girls sat reading. The younger of the 
girls was about ten years of age, the other 
about sixteen. Now and then the elder 
of the two would get up to stir a pan of 
fudge and several times she went to the 
window and gazed anxiously out as 
though she were expecting someone. 

The night wore on. The storm was 
at its height, still the rain fell and the 
wind whistled its wild tune as it shook 
the mighty branches of the large oaks 
which stood around the small cottage. 
Inside, Betty, the elder of the girls, sang 
snatches of the latest songs as she sliced 

the fudge and put it on a plate. Suddenly 
her task was interrupted by the soft 
jingle of the telephone. Betty went into 
the dining-room and removed the re- 
ceiver from its hook. "Hello," she said 
in a soft, pleasant voice. 

"Hello, Betty?" asked a voice much 
like Betty's own. "This is Mother. 
Father and I won't be home till morning. 
The bridge at the creek has been washed 
down and the river is swollen too much 
to be crossed. Lock the doors, look after 
the fire, and go to bed early. If you need 
me for anything, call Mrs. Martins. I 
shall be there." 

"All right, Mother." 

"Good-bye, dear." 

"Good-bye, Mother," and Betty placed 
the receiver on the hook and went back 
to the kitchen to tell sister Peggy and to 
carry out her mother's instructions. 

At about nine o'clock, as the girls were 
preparing for bed, a voice broke the still- 
ness. "Lemme in! Lemme in!" it said. 



Visitors never came at nighl to .the lonely 
cottage except neighbors and they would 
say who they were; so Betty asked in a 
voice that sounded a bil frightened, "Who 
is it?" 

"It's mo. Lemme in! Lemme in!" 
came in a hoarse cracked voice. 

"Not till you tell me who you are." 

"Lemme in, I ain't goin' ter heii ycv." 

"What'll we do?" asked Betty .'id- 
dressing her sister for the first time. 

"Oh, dear!" was all Peggy said. 

"Call mother on the phone Peggy, and 
ask her what to do." Peggy went into 
the dining-room and three or four minutes 
passed before she emerged. 

"Central doesn't answer. The storm 
must have pulled the wires down," she 

"Oh, dear!" said Betty as the voice 
came again, this time a little impatiently : 

"Ain't yer goin' ter lemme in? It's 
wet out here." 

"Who are you?" she questioned again. 

"I'm who I am. Lemme in, or I'll 
beat the door down. I ain't very big 
but I guess I kin do it." But Betty 
wasn't listening, she was busy giving 
instructions in a low voice. 

: :i Satiron P 
Gel the p 

ii i- will feel 

I'' ggy obeyed. 
Betty, "when I open the <i 
the flatirone and I'll rtick the p 
him. All righl . now, when I 
Peggy waited. I '■ 

m;.].. I fell like ;. bullet. The !«»!• 
back, the door opened, the flati 
down, something went up. and a | 
dug I he empty air. The d 
The girls looked around. Whoever il 
was in the kitchen. Both girls 
that, but where hud he suddenly disap- 
peared to? 

"Good evenin', Betty and I'< ■•__ 
a voice. Both girls jumped as from 
behind the stove came a bright wet 

"Oh, Betty!" cried Peggy, "it's B 
Sure enough, it was Betty's jwt p 
who only a few days before had esc 
from his cage and flown away i 
cither girl had been able to 

Thus was the strange voice of the niirlit 

Irene Tixkham. '27. 

Am Inspiration 

I may not be clever in Latin, 
And far from a genius in math; 

I may be so simple in Spanish, 

That my teacher boils over with wrath. 

I may be a simp in athletics — 
Too clumsy on my feet; 

I may be an untidy person, 
Or anything other than neat. 

I may be a numbskull in history. 

I never remember a date: 
And no matter how much work I do, 

Getting zeros is always my fate. 

But exceptions. I've oft heard it stated. 

Are a test to prove every sure rule; 
And I've found that when once I'm in- 
I'm no less than a writing fool. 
Irving Fireman, 




HE was to be hanged at sunset. The 
distant hills, parts of which could 
be seen thru the window of the death 
cell, his cell, would tomorrow gaze down 
upon the somber walls of the prison as 
unchanged, as unyielding, as now. 

The prisoner shuddered. His lips, his 
eyes, his whole body, which now throbbed 
with life, would soon be an inert mass of 
flesh. But he must pay the price. "A 
life for a life," said Justice. It was use- 
less to try to escape Justice. He had 
tried it for a year, ever since that unlucky 
. That night! He remembered it as 
clearly as if it were last night. A figure 
bending over the door of a safe; foot- 
steps; a form in the doorway; the flash 
of a gun, and then the mad dash for 
safety. He had eluded Justice for nearly 
a year, but finally he was caught, and 
now — 

He gazed steadily out of the barred 
window. A bird flew low over the hills, 
then darted downward out of sight. Any 
form of life persisted in reminding him 
of his fate. As if he could ever forget 

He closed his eyes. The hours were 
passing swiftly, he thought. He had 
but three hours of life left. They would 
pass swiftly enough. One minute was 
gone now. It was strange how his brain 
counted the minutes, even the seconds. 

He tried to think of something else: 

of his old mother and brothers, wresting 
a meager but honest existence from the 
soil. But it was useless. Always his 
thoughts would turn to the sunset. At 
home he used to welcome it. It had 
meant the end of a day's labor. Now he 
thought of it with a shudder. 

His gaze wandered to the sky. He 
seemed to see the sun sinking inch by 
inch. He glanced at the horizon. As 
the sun was sinking behind this, he would 
be led from his cell. 

Death had never seemed so horrible 
before. In fact, he had never thought of 
his death; he had accepted things as 
they came. He was not prepared for 
death, but it must come; it must come, as 
surely as that ball of fire must touch the 
horizon. It was nearer now. At times 
it seemed to drop swiftly, then with 
tantalizing slowness. He prayed for 
something to stop it, and then he prayed 
for something to hasten it. Waiting 
would soon drive him crazy. He buried 
his face in his hands. 

He remained motionless until the sound 
of a key, turning in its lock, aroused him. 
He looked up, surprised. The grave- 
faced jailor was beckoning to him. Surely 
his time was not up! 

He turned, and looked at the sun. Only 
the upper half was visible above the 
horizon. For the prisoner, the end of life 
had come. 

Joseph Moore, '26. 

Johnny's English C©nip<o>silti<o>n on "A Fishing Trip" 

*'/~VNE day Bill ses to me, 'let's plan 
^-^ a fishin partie for tonite, an I 
ses alrite. We made sum plan an lefed 
to go to our supers. After super Ma 
made me do my hom lessens and wen the 

cloc strucked ate, Ma sint me up to go to 
bed. She ses 'Mind you now go rite to 
slep.' I weighted by my winder wid 
'Rags' an me fishin pole. In a whil I 
herd Bill under my winder an loking out 

'I'll E A RGl) I. NOT 

I seen him. I thot sue Ma an Pa wood 
heer him cause he made a lot of noise. 
I seen him becon for me to ciune. So I 
climed down into the yard ;m together 
me an him wid our pole went cros Sim- 
kinses house swipin sum aples as we cum 
along, eatin wat we ate an storin the res 
in our bloses. 

"On gettin to the pon no one was ther 
but me an him. At first the fish didenl 
bit but as a moon rose over in Sid Per- 
kin's, they begun to bit beter. In an our 
Bill ses he thot wed beter go horn. I 

think we'd enuff. Bui think be 

w&s afrad of hi- Ma. \ 
fak de fish horn, we thro d in tUo 

pon agin. 

in hoin Bill 
change me fishin pole for hi- ol 
natshon bottle opiner an a bole p . 
but I absilootly tole him i 
the subjeck quickly. 

"I didenl no ixactly wat tin 
wen I've got hom, but I no I 

Evelyn Keddy, 

Tine Mooe 

The moon is shining in the West, 
It shines so clear and bright, 
It charms the still and sleeping wood, 
To the gleeful fays' delight. 

Now it is behind a cloud, 
And makes a silver lining; 
Now it is high in the sky. 
Where the star queens all are d 

While here below on mother earth 
The flowers filled with dew, 
Reach up and take the moonbeams 
Which make them glisten, too. 

C. R. N., '27. 

GetttiBg My Hair Bobbed 

1HAVE read essays on "My First Pair 
of Long Trousers," on "Having a 
Tooth Pulled," on "My First Situation," 
and oh, many, many others. But, 
strange to relate, I have never read one 
about - the difficulties of having one's 
hair cut. So I will supply the deficiency 
and write it myself. For surely if any- 
body ought to know about the trials and 
tribulations one must undergo, then it 
is I. 

Do you know, I think my father and 
mother are awfully queer people. Why, 
from the way they raved when I first 
suggested clipping it, one would have 

thought it was their hair I wanted to cut. 
I know that if my mother had wanted 
to wear hers braided down her back and 
my father to shave his off close. I should 
not have raised the slightest objection; 
but they evidently did not hold the same 
opinion regarding the mode of hair 
dressing I wished to adopt. 

For two long years I teased and wept, 
pleaded and stormed, but all to no avail. 
"What! Your beautiful thick hair! 
Why I should say not," they would both 
chorus in horrified voices. I could ad- 
vance all the arguments in the world but 
with no results. I said that it was more 



sanitary, more comfortable, less work, 
that none of the other girls' parents ob- 
jected, and why should they? that it 
looked nice on other girls, why not on 

But oh, yes; they thought it was more 
sanitary, more comfortable, less work, 
that other parents didn't object and that 
it did look nice on other girls. They 
agreed with me on all those points, but 
they absolutely refused to allow me to 
have my locks severed. Now wasn't 
that unreasonable? 

Oh, is there anything more aggravating, 
more tantalizing, more goading to one's 
temper, more apt to puncture one's self- 
esteem than to be agreed with per- 
fectly in all one's views and then left, 

But finally I decided that since they 
would not give me their permission, I 
would snip my "crowing glory" without 
it, and suffer the consequences. Ac- 
cordingly, one evening after a particu- 
larly stormy session, I ran upstairs, undid 
my hair, and seizing one side of it in one 
hand and grasping the shears with the 
other, I gave a mighty clip. Then w T ith 
a sick feeling of dismay, I stared at my 
hand in which was clutched a great hank 
of shining hair. Immediately I w T as filled 
with remorse. I could have burst into 
shrieks of despair, for now my lovely 
locks were ruined. This was a lesson 
for me; I would cut no more. But how 
to hide the shorn ends? 

Quickly I parted it on the other side 
and brought the long ends over the short 
ones. There now, nobody would know 
the difference. 

For several months thereafter I thought 
the matter settled until one day when I 
went in town to acquire a new fall hat. 
Now as more and more people had been 
getting their hair bobbed, of course the 
dealers kept making the hats smaller and 

smaller. Nowhere in Boston it seemed 
was there a hat to fit me. 

At last we came to a little millinery 
shop on a side street. With a last spark 
of my bedraggled hope, we turned in there. 
But no, though we ransacked the shelves 
high and low, they were all too humiliat- 
ingly small. 

"I'm sorry," said the saleswoman, "but 
we haven't another thing in the store. 
They aren't making large hats any more 
and you really need a twenty-seven inch 

This struck me as painfully ludicrous! 
A twenty-seven inch hat! Why, my waist 
size was only twenty-six inches. To have 
a head larger than one's circumference 
was positively intolerable! 

However, except for a great piece of 
luck, I should probably still be wear- 
ing my hair. But that evening as 
I came down the stairs, I heard my 
mother say to a visitor, " I really 
wouldn't mind if Grace had her hair cut, 
but I'm sure her father would feel terribly 
over it; so I have to keep refusing 

Oh, ho! So that was how the land 
lay, was it? Why, I could get Dad to 
agree all right, all right! Wasn't I his 

So that night I caught him out in the 
garden. I knew that it would take all 
my strategy, all my wiles to manoeuvre 
the situation, but when I put the question 
to him, I received the shock of my life. 

"Why, Grace," he said, "I don't object 
in the least, but I know your mother would 
be heart-broken." 

Let me tell you I disappeared so quickly 
that I don't believe he saw me go, and 
two hours later I returned all bobbed, 
clipped, curled and in style. But then I 
always knew that "perseverance brings 

Grace Potter, 25. 

t ii i<; akoi; i: x OT 


S<u>img of the Bench- Warmer 

Seated always on the bench, 
Seldom ever going hence, 
Watching always Benny's face, 
Longing always for a taste; 
Sitting pretty, always weary, 
Feeling dreary, oh, so dreary! 
But you're hoping, always hoping, 
Always seated never loafing. 
"It's a dark and dismal feeling," 
Sings the warmer of the bench. 

Sorael imes on th< 
( !omee the look thai makec you t. 
I '[) to Bennj ramble, 

While your sweater you m 
He piltfi hifi hand upon your ghoul 
And ii seeme to make you bolder. 
Out upon the field you i. 
And eagerly you take your place. 
"Oh, it's a grand and glorious feel 
Sings the warmer of the bench. 

E. < Job 

A Maiey Day 

MR. PAIGE closed the door and 
went for the train. Went for the 
train? — no, not at once, but started for 
the train, as he had no sooner reached the 
bottom step than he noticed that it was 
sprinkling. He went back, opened the 
door, grabbed an umbrella, and again 
started for the train. 

Upon reaching the sidewalk, Mr. Paige 
proceeded to open the umbrella, from 
which fell a small box which hit him on 
the head. Mr. Paige turned to recover 
the box, but to his horror he saw the 
contents of a package of toothpicks 
strewn over the sidewalk! He gathered 
the greater portion of them, dashed back 
to the house, and left them on the table. 
Meanwhile he remembered that he had 
purchased some, toothpicks recently and 
had put them, supposedly, into his 
pocket, but evidently they had dropped 
into his umbrella. He had uninten- 
tionally prepared for a rainy day! 
Then Mr. Paige again started for the 

He saw a neighbor, Mr. Brown, g 

to his garage for his car. So. perceiving 

a possibility of riding to the train, he 
hurried back to his house for the third 
time, left the umbrella in the rack, and 
again set forth. 

He walked along briskly, casting furtive 
glances at Mr. Brown. At the third 
furtive glance, Mr. Paige noticed that 
the car was full — yes, full of people who 
were strangers to Mr. Paige. "Probably 
some visitors of the Browns'," concluded 
Mr. Paige. The poor man was out of 

Unfortunately the rain had begun to 
come down in torrents. Mr. Paige, dis- 
gusted with the world in general and 
himself in particular, pulled his collar 
about his ears, shoved his 'hands into his 
pockets, and went for the train — yes, 
this time he actually went for the train 
and, altho' it may seem miraculous. Mr. 
Paige really arrived at the station in time 
to board the train! 

Barbara Jordan. '2C. 



Old George 

IX the foothills of a certain range there 
onee was a thriving mining town 
called Yuma. But as the gold ceased to 
come from the lower regions, the miners 
left one by one. 

Today the little town boasts a popu- 
lation of forty-nine people, all men, with 
the addition of a few stray cats and dogs. 
The once popular saloon is closed and 
the oldest of the inhabitants are forced 
to drink spring water or some other mild 

Among the oldest natives was old 
"George." Xobody knew his real name, 
but everybody just called him "Old 
George." Xo one knew much about his 
past history nor much about him in 
general. "Old George" came to town 
only when the lack of provisions made it 
necessary. When he did come, he al- 
ways bought a large stock of provisions. 
He paid with gold dust, but this fact 
passed the natives who thought perhaps 
he had found a small pocket and was pay- 
ing with its earnings. 

"Old George" was a real old-timer. He 
was built rather short, with a pair of 
powerful shoulders supported by a barrel 
chest. His arms were long, with hands 
which were disfigured by hard work in 
his early days. His legs were in bad 
shape, all bowed under, not from riding 
horseback, but rather from supporting 
the bulk of a body. So much for the man. 

As you must know, the country in the 
foothills is quite rough. Few highways 
break up the landscape. It is rather wild 
in general. 

It was in this country that "Old 
George" early one spring morning made 
his way towards the town. On either 
side of him were thick bushes, ledges and 
tall pines. "Old George" loved nature 
and as he trudged along, he looked for 

new changes in the growth of the vegeta- 
tion since his last trip. . 

When he at last came on to the main 
street, his eyes brightened at the peaceful 
scene before him. All was as dead; not 
a thing was astir; even the air was thick. 

"Old George" went straight to the 
general store and was surprised to find 
a newcomer talking with the storekeeper. 
At the old man's arrival, the man turned 
to see who had come in. The eyes of 
the two met, but neither spoke. "Old 
George" never spoke unless he was spoken 
to; so his action was only natural. But 
that of the stranger was different. He 
viewed the entrance of "Old George" 
as if it had been that of a dog. He 
neither stopped talking nor gave room for 
him to say what he wanted. The poor 
man waited fully half an hour before the 
stranger gave any chance to speak. 
Then the storekeeper asked George what 
he wanted. The stranger watched 
closely, and when the old miner paid 
for the provisions with the gold dust, the 
stranger opened his eyes wide. To pay 
with dust was not common. In his 
land, men usually paid with money 
won in card games. This event the 
stranger recorded in his evil mind. As 
"Old George" passed out of the store, the 
stranger looked at him and thought how 
easy it would be to take what dust he had, 
perhaps a good day's pay. 

Some days after "Old George" had re- 
turned home, hard luck struck him. He 
was descending into his mine one after- 
noon when a rung of the ladder broke. 
The old man fell to the bottom of the 
shaft. When the poor fellow regained 
consciousness, he felt a sharp pain in his 
right leg. On inspection he found the 
bone broken just below the knee. Of 
course the bone had little chance to mend 


on account of his age. So he thought, 
"Here I am twenty-five fed below the 

surface of the ground. A regular grave 
this is." 
With great effort he got up on his one 

good leg and reached for the ladder. As 
he looked up, a face appeared. The face 
was that of the stranger whom he had 
seen at the store. The stranger was the 
first to speak. "Now, old fellow, fate 
has played into my hands. I'm going to 
kill you and get your gold," he said, com- 
ing to the object of his errand, at once. 
"Old George" was not a fool. He had 
not lived for nothing. So he waited for 
the man to continue. The man spoke 
again as soon as he saw how still his 
victim was. "And before I kill you, you 
are going to tell where the cache is. Xow 
don't say you haven't any dust. Where 
is it?" Old George's thoughts raced. 
How could a man be so mean as to steal 
the life's savings of an old man. Then 
an idea came to him, and he answered, 

"Well. I Miitfht n- well 

an hour from now. I 

you on rendition thai you kill i 

of the ground." 

moment and then -aid. "Well, * . . 

you're reasonable. I: 


With the rofK- round th< 
stranger pulled the whole work* 
the aid of the windl 
had underestimated the old i 
ness. No sooner had "< 'Id ' 
to the surface, than fake 

motion as if he had lust bis 
reached out for help. Th»- thief 
wishing to kill his man then. er:i-[**d the 
outstretched hand. No -ooner had his 
hand met "Old (. . - than he 
thrown down the shaft. 

"Old George" was white now. His 
only remark was. "Us old-timer- 
thought to be slow-thinking creatures, 
but I don't know." 

Thornton Stkv: ens . 

Johnny made a little sling 
And started out to shoot 
All the cats and birds around 
And all the owls that hoot. 

He saw his mark, a little bird 
Upon a window sill: 
A smile of triumph on his face — 
He'd surelv make a kill! 

He crept along quite cautiously. 
His hands upon the cinder: 
He shot his sling and ran away — 
And left a broken "winder"! 

Peter Clem. '27. 

In the Forecastle 

THE fishing schooner "Houston" 
was bowling along in a good ten- 
knot breeze, as Bill Carroll came up from 
below decks to relieve the first watch. 

He was a powerfully built man. with 
broad muscular shoulders. His face was 
lined and rugged, from constant contact 
with the elements. Brown eves, that 



peered out from behind thick sandy eye- 
brows, might give one the impression 
that he was a bully. But "Old Bill," as 
the rest of the crew called him, was a 
good God-fearing mariner. 

The man that was about to be relieved 
of his watch said to Bill, in a voice that 
was muffled by the large upturned collar of 
his pea jacket, "Pretty cold for October 
weather. I had to go below, about 
eleven, to get some coffee." 

"Ya, 'tis pretty cold for this time of 
year," replied Bill, as he peered up at the 
clear, cold, starlit sky. As the man had 
gone below, Bill settled down for his long 
watch, from midnight until four the next 
morning. He looked aft, and could just 
distinguish the outline of the man at the 

It is the job of the man on watch, to 
keep a sharp lookout, to see that the 
vessel does not get into shoal water, and 
also report any school of fish that he 
might see. When it is a cold night, the 
weather fair, and the vessel well out to 
sea, the man on watch is allowed to go 
below and get some coffee. 

"I guess Tom spoke the truth when he 
said it was pretty cold," said Bill to him- 
self, as he swung his arms across his chest, 
about two hours later. 

"I'm going below for some coffee, be 
right up again," said Bill to the man at 
the wheel. 

"All right, but make it snappy. I want 
you to take the wheel when you come 
back, so I can go get some." 

With a cheery, "All right ole top," 
Bill disappeared into the forecastle. 

As he closed the hatch after him, the 
kerosene lamp, which was turned low, 
smoked and cast a murky light over the 
small room. The men in the bunks were 
breathing heavily, and as Bill descended 
the rest of the stairs, he heard someone 
groan and mutter something. Then all 

was still, except for the steady breathing 
of the men in the bunks and the sizzling 
of the coffee pot. Bill took his tin mug 
from a shelf near the stove, and had 
lifted the coffee pot to fill it, when he 
heard a sound that sent chills down his 
spine. He set the coffee pot down on 
the stove, and listened intently. Again 
it came, "who-ooo," a long drawn out 
wail. It seemed to be coming from Tom's 
bunk. Bill went over on tip-toe and 
listened. Tom gave a groan, and Bill 
uttered a sigh of relief, as he returned to 
finish his coffee. 

"I guess Tom must have had something 
besides coffee, before he turned in," he 

Bill stood with his back toward Tom's 
bunk, as he finished filling his cup. 

What was that? The unmistakable 
sound of metal grating against wood. 
Bill turned, quick as a flash, to see Tom 
stealing towards him, his leering face 
shining, as the murky light fell upon it. 
Tightly clenched in his right hand was a 
long gleaming butcher knife. He pointed 
a scrawny forefinger at Bill, and stared 
at him with blood-shot eyes, all the time 
cooing to himself in that low monotone, 
"who-ooo, who-ooo." 

Bill took a step backwards, and started 
moving cautiously towards the stairway. 
But the other seemed to know of his in- 
tention, because he closed in on Bill. 
Bill was trapped. Tom kept creeping, 
creeping, until he was now within striking 
distance. Bill opened his mouth to yell, 
but he could utter no sound. His throat 
felt dry and parched. Tom raised the 
glittering knife slowly above his head. 
Bill's eyes automatically watched its 
ascent, and a great terror seized him. 
His brain became numbed, and he stood 
there, without the power to defend him- 

The man gave him a long quizzical 


look, then put the knife on the stove and 
went back to his bunk. As his head 
touched the pillow, he gave a weary sigh 
and fell into a dreamless sleep. 

Bill wiped the cold sweat from hie 
brow, and then it occurred to him for 
the first time that he might have thrown 
a kettle at the sleep-walker to wake 
him up. 

The next morning when Bill saw Tom, 

he said, ■ 
knife me l:i-i nig] 

"Why, man, you an 
left my bunk after i turned jr. 
at twelve o'clock. 1 ' 

Then Bill related the incid 
amazed listener. 

Thereafter, all the knives were !• 
up at night, to avoid any furthi 

( hi.- I lie A. BAILE1 

Autumn, and the leaves are falling; 
Autumn, and the winds are calling; 
Heralding with frost and cold, 
The approach of winter, bleak and bold. 

Grey clouds scudding 'cross the sky, 
Grey bird shapes to the southward fly; 
Summer's past and winter's near, 

But now the glorious Autunu 
D. Willi 

WITH one leg tucked under her in 
. the most approved movie ingenue 
style, Poppie was sitting in a large arm- 
chair, reading a book. The light, as it 
fell on her short curly hair, turned it into 
a golden-brown color with ruddy tints. 
She was leaning slightly forward. 

Presently she closed the book and 
yawned lazily and luxuriously. "Gosh! 
I'm rather sleepy," she thought aloud. 
"Wonder when the family's coming 
home." She looked indifferently around 
her. There was nothing to do; so she 
leaned back and settled herself more 
comfortably in the cozy chair. It was so 
quiet, she thought — no sound except for 
the little ivory clock that ticked on the 
shelf near by. Presently even that grew 
fainter and fainter and at last, oddly 
enough, it ceased altogether. 

Suddenly, Poppie opened her eyes and 
gazed about her in startled bewilderment. 
The room was in total darkness. Had 

in the Night 

she extinguished the light >? No, of 
course not. Who, then, had? Shi 
just about to got up and put them <>n 
again when she shrank back in su 
fear. Footsteps were echoing and re- 
echoing throughout the house. Poppy 
knew that no one was at home. Who 
could it be? 

The footsteps were drawing nearer— 
stealthily, ominously. Poppy had re- 
gained some of her courage. She - 
bravely waiting for whatever-it -w - 
enter. But suddenly the footsteps a - 
Poppy listened, every nerve strained. 
Silence reigned — a breathless, deadly 
silence. She waited but nothing hap- 
pened; so she determined to make one 
quick dash across the rooms and switch 
on the lights. But again she stopped— 
this time with her eyes fixed in one di- 
rection. From one corner of the room 
two hideous eyes were glaring maliciously 
at her. Poppy's throat went dry. Then, 



while she was still looking at it with a 
horrible fascination, it winked its right 
eye at her. Poppy gasped! Surely she 
was dreaming! For one quick instant 
she withdrew her gaze. But when she 
looked again, the hideous eyes had 
vanished leaving no trace behind them. 
Hardly had she the chance to wonder 
over this occurrence when something else 
happened. Vague, indistinguishable 
forms began to appear out of the gloomy 
darkness. Horror of horrors! they were 

coming towards her! They were draw- 
ing closer and closer — horrible, shape- 
less things. Nearer they came, forming 
a circle around her. 

Suddenly a dazzling flood of light filled 
the room and — no — the room was not 
empty. It was filled with a laughing 
group of young people, shouting at the 
top of their lungs, "Hallowe'en surprise 
party! Forgot all about it, didn't 


Mary Balboni, '25. 

The Inevitable Imtermapltiom 

If I lie down beneath a tree 

And think of good things sent to me ; 
If I sit down to read a book 

Of poetry, essays, or of crooks; 
If I go out to play or run, 

Or to enjoy some form of fun; 

If I start down to get some coal 

With which to help some other soul; 

If I do any of these things, 
These words somebody at me flings : 

"You better do your home-work first, 
Or else your marks will be the worst." 
Vincent Kenefick, '25. 


* I ^HE girl was absolutely dismayed. 
■*■ Yes, she really was a wreck. But 
wait till the time really came! Write a 
short story! She hadn't one single, soli- 
tary idea, to say nothing of half-a-dozen 
good combinable ones. 

She went home. Queer how black the 
day seemed. And her home! Once 
bright and cheerful, it now seemed 
morgue-like, for were not her own ideas 
dead and unidentified? She was in the 
last throes of despair. If she started to 
play the piano, the notes seemed to say, 
"She's all right now, but wait 'till that 
story gets her!" When she was helping 
do the dishes, one of the plates said 
(take her word for it, she told me it 
talked), "Yes, yes, you've time now, but 
wait 'till — " But she never knew what 

to wait for, because, since the plate 
seemed rather cracked, she dropped it. 
But the splinters talked on: "Wait," 
they said, "until you try to write a story! 
You'll crack, too." Sunday morning, no 
story; Sunday evening, no story. She 
remembered that Monday came next. 
How awful to fail in class — to have a 
bad mark, to have a yellow slip, to be 
expelled from school, to be sent to a re- 
formatory, to be imprisoned, to be sen- 
tenced to die in the electric chair, to — 
Horrors, what an imagination! If only 
she could make it imagine what she 
wanted it to! But that seemed im- 

About nine she shut herself in her room. 
Scratch, scratch, went her pencil; rub, 
scrub, went her eraser; wrinkle, wrinkle, 


went her forehead. What a. picture of 
misery she was! Idea-less, future-less, 
good English mark-less! What a gooey 
feeling it was to know that she was a 
failure! How blue she was! Horrors! 
Her sight faded! She faded! The whole 
business faded! What was it? What had 

Il'i mother came in later, v. 
her urprise ■ 

shock followed shock! was about 

to leave the room, ;i drop of ink on the 
desk said, "Mother, put me in a foui 
pen quickly. If you'll hold tb 
write. I've jusl had an i< 

Mary Woli 

A Lay of Mutual Satisfaction 

A glowing, gorgeous Autumn leaf 
Came fiut'ring to the ground, 
A hidden, shadowed resting place 
Eventually found. 

"Alack, alas!" the gay leaf sighed, 
"My happy days are gone. 
Hard-hearted Winter, with its snow, 
Will visit us ere long." 

A tiny, tattered fairy 
Stood shiv'ring in the cold, 
Its drab, torn, Summer garments 
The scant warmth failed to hold. 

It crept between the kindly roots 
Of a generous mother-tree. 
It huddled down — then up it jumped 
And sang aloud for glee. 

It wrapped about it- slender Bhape 

The glowing, gorgeous leaf; 

The texture smooth, the colors brij 

Gave warmth beyond beli< 

The faiiy danced a fairy dance, 
The leaf was joyful, glad. 
"Hurrah!" cried both, "we hai 

Our last and gay day had!" 

"No wind there is. Yet see that l< 
A puzzled human cried. 
"Enchanted, no doubt, this wood is!" 
And frightened, off he hied. 

But leaf and fairy frolicked on 
O'er meadow and o'er bill; 
And if they have not tired yet 
The t v may e'en frolic still. 

Mtrtha S. Lindeberg, '25. 

)ur Friend! tine Dog 

THERE are people in this world who 
think of a dog as being nothing 
more than a four-footed creature that 
can bite and that has no intelligence. 
But what would these same people think 
if they could get another point of view; 
a look at the dog's real life; a chance to 
own one and to live with one? Wouldn't 
they change their opinions? 

Between the transitory friendship of 
human beings and the everlasting friend- 

ship of our dumb friend, there ran l>e do 

rightful comparison. And yet, look at 
the way a lot of the dogs are treated! 

A dog would live with a man in a 
palace, or he would live in a little hut, 
and willingly. He would share a rive- 
course meal, or he would share a crust o\ 
bread, and willingly. But of people, one 
can never be sure. Yesterday's friend 
may not recognize one tomorrow. People 
trick one another for what they can get 



for themselves. But who in this world 
ever saw a dog that was like that? 

Don't misunderstand me by thinking 
that there are no everlasting friendships 
among human beings. There are, I 
venture to say, a few people who would 
die, if need be, for a friend, but they are 
few and far between. These few are not 
of the common making, who regard one 
another as their social inferiors. They 
are the kind that have a good word to say 
wherever they go. 

As I have already mentioned, lasting 
friendships between human beings are 
very few, but show me the dog who 
would not willingly give up his life for 
his master. I know people who think 
more of a dog's friendship than that of a 
fellow-being, and why? Just because of 
the intelligence and the companionship 
which is theirs for the taking. 

There have been men who have com- 
mitted murder because of their dogs. 
There was such a case in West Virginia. 
A game warden came to a man's house 
and told him that his dog was to be shot 
for running deer. The man informed the 
game warden that his dog did not run 
deer and furthermore that if the dog were 
shot, the State of West Virginia would 
have to look up a new game warden. 
The warden shot the clog; rather, he 
wounded him. Would the dog try to 
fight? No. He crawled pitifully toward 

the warden on his stomach, with his 
tongue hanging out. Reason for shoot- 
ing? The game warden said that the 
dog chased deer. Result? The dog was 
shot and so was the warden. This 
particular game warden was, in fact, 
known to have a great dislike for dogs. 

Many people saw the cold-blooded 
shooting of a poor, harmless, dog; but 
when the dog's owner was arrested for 
murder, would any rebel? No? Oh, 
yes, just one. But after a short talk, 
this one brought with him many more 
who were so eager to see the man get 
justice that they hired a lawyer to fight 
for the dog-lover. 

It was all of no avail. The man was 
duly sentenced and was sent to hang. A 
delegation of the staunch townspeople 
went to the Governor, who, very fortu- 
nately, was a hunter and a true lover of 
dogs and the man was pardoned in time. 

But what if the Governor had not hap- 
pened to know and love dogs? What 
would have happened? The very few 
dog-lovers that there are, would have 
been decreased by one, and all because 
of one who did not appreciate the real 
companionship of a dog. 

These people who think they have en- 
joyed, or are enjoying the friendship of 
one another, should own and live with a 
dog, and enjoy real companionship. 

Robert C. Waldheim, '25. 

The Life of Mr. B- 

MR. B— lived in the South Sea 
Islands, where the balmy breezes 
blow, and at this present moment he was 
suspended from a tree with his family 
bunch. One day a man came to Mr. 

B 's colony and pointed to Mr. B 

and some of his friends and relatives. 
The next day Mr. B was plucked 

from his home with about a carload of 
his friends and sent North into exile. 
They were met by a large truck, into 
which they were all loaded. They were 
then sold at an auction and the new exile 
with a few of his exiled friends was sold 
to a short, fat man. He was taken to 
his new home and there he rested amid 


much bustle and hurry for two days; 
Then came a day when he was sold to a 
gentleman (?). He was taken to hie n< a 
home and let rest because his master said 
he was too young to perform his as- 
signed duties. After one week of rest he 
was again brought into the lij^lit . but 
alas! He was killed and eaten one after- 
noon! His skin was thrown away to 
rot, or was it carefully placed to rest by 

the cannibals in a 
much traffic. 

During thai aft 1 1 ■ boul 
five people stepped on I 
Later thai oighl hie skin 

nie real gentleman and : 
top of a pile of dirt, lb- 
dumped under the pile of dirt and his 
skin waa 1' ft to rol in comfort. 

So ended the life of Mr. B 

Getting a License 

IF you are a person with normal 
passions, you start out of your house 
early some Monday morning tremulous 
but confident — you must be confident of 
your ability at first, oh, yes! 

When you reach the testing office and 
you see the crowds of people with their 
multi-colored application blanks, — - yours 
is yellow, you know, and the various 
colors are for the different times their 
possessors have been rejected, — you pity 
them condescendingly and you tell your- 
self in a lofty, superior way, "Humph, 
such dumb creatures!" 

After the registrar has your promise 
to be sparing in the number of persons 
you annihilate, tests your ability to read 
the "Thou Shalt Nots" of auto driving, and 
relieves you of four dollars, you wait your 
turn, by the machine, for the examiner. 

If the good Lord has seen fit to make 
you small in stature and your kind dad 
has seen fit to bestow you with a car 
elephantine in size, you stand an ex- 
cellent chance of being tested immediately 
— after dinner. 

When the examiner finally gets to you, 
the chances are that when you take 
mental stock of his appearance and facial 
expression, your confidence begins to 
wane a bit. 

After the preliminaries are i 
start out on your examination. 
right!" bellows the inspector. 

"Why, certainly," you si: lyat 

him, in the hope that he can see you're 
not going to be a rough patient. 

According to directions, then, you 
proceed to take the "first right." But, 
somehow, at this point you discover that 
your sense of direction has failed 
You experience just such a sinking 
sation as you do when the Gym teacher 
commands "right face!" and you confi- 
dently turn left. 

At any rate, the tester, sensing, by 
some uncanny intuition, that his num- 
bered days on this earth are about to 
come to an end. grabs the wheel and with 
some mysterious twists and jerks, he 
manages to get the oar where he wants it. 

"That was pretty close." you remark 

No answer. 

"Oh, well, you don't have to, you 
know." you tell him mentally. At about 
this time you decide that Friend T - 
is not sociably inclined. 

All goes well. Ah. now you're 
Washington Street. "Himmm! Isn"t it 
funny," you wonder, "how everybody 
in Norwood who owns a baby carriage 



has chosen to cross the street just as you 
come along." 

You turn into a side street. ''Stop 
here!" roars the inspector. 

You stop. 

The inspector scribbles a few hiero- 
glyphics on a blank and proceeds to 
enumerate to you your faults in driving. 
Toward the end of his lecture, he informs 
you that you will be a good driver, per- 
haps, when you learn to drive! You 
smile your acknowledgment of this com- 

A long pause ensues, during which your 
fate hangs in the balance. You find now 
that there is precious little of the morn- 

ing's confidence left. You find now, also, 
that those "dumb creatures" aren't so 
dumb after all. At last he utters the 
magic words. "You'll pass!" 

If you are a person with normal feel- 
ings, I don't have to describe your re- 
actions to these words. At any rate, 
for you the world is colored in roseate 
tints. Xow you can forgive your brother 
for "borrowing" your foimtain pen and 
pencil to use for a sling-slot; you can 
see a perfect reason for your mother's 
not letting you go to the show. And on 
the way home, you drop a dollar in the 
collection box for the "Poor Dumb"! 
Eva N. Kkezxek, '25. 

The Phantom Plane 

THE police had just reached the large 
flat roof of the Chicago National 
Bank in pursuit of two dangerous crimi- 
nals, when they were startled by the hum 
of a propeller. They rushed forward 
only to find that the criminals had slipped 
from their grasp. An aeroplane, far 
different from those they had seen before, 
was rising from the roof. It rose straight 
up into the air and, as the policemen 
watched it. it seemed to fade away into 
the mist. 

The Chicago Aviation Squadron was 
notified, and put on the trail of the 
Phantom Plane, but with no result. 
Even* time an aviator succeeded in 
getting anywhere near it the strange 
plane would fade away into a mist like a 

Numerous banks were being robbed by 
these criminals, and people, thinking it 
unsafe to keep money in a bank, with- 
drew their savings to a safer place. 

As Captain King, of the Chicago 
Aviation Squadron, was flying over a low 
mountain range one morning, he was 

forced to land because of engine trouble. 
He volplaned down into a small valley 
between two mountain peaks and landed. 
Unaware of danger, he started to climb 
out of the plane but dropped back into 
his seat again as two bullets whistled bj r 
his ear. 

King grasped his revolver and emptied 
it into a clump of bushes a short distance 
away. The bullets struck home, for 
they were welcomed with a cry of pain. 
Just as he finished reloading his revolver, 
the roar of an engine broke the silence, 
and not ten yards away from behind a 
mass of shrubbery rose the ''Phantom 

With a cry Captain King leveled his 
revolver at the figure in the pilot's seat, 
and fired. It was evident that the 
bullets either killed or wounded the 
pilot, for the plane took a series of loops 
and then a nose dive, which brought it to 
earth with a crash. The crash was fol- 
lowed by the explosion of the gasoline 
tank and the wrecked plane burst into 


The doath of the two criminal 
good news to Chicago, for the stolen 
money was later found and returned to 
its rightful owners. The aeroplane had 

been completely den 

of )'- coi 
rendered criminal! abL fa/le 

into a mist Ij.-j- remaii 
A lei ii' 

On Catching a Train 

TO begin with, the train I always 
want to catch is the 5.15, but the 
one I very often do get is the 5.28. Of 
course, it doesn't make any difference to 
my wife, with club meetings every after- 
noon, whether or not I am fifteen minutes 
late — we are long past that stage. There 
was a time when every minute counted 
with us but — use your imagination about 
the present. As I said once before, the 
train I always want to catch and try 
desperately to catch every night is the 
5.15. My office, in other words my place 
of business, is situated at 110 Tremont 
Street, Boston, opposite the Park Street 
Church. It's way up on the fifth floor and 
as far awaj r from the elevators as the archi- 
tect could possibly plan to put an office. 
As in most concerns, our work stops 
at five o'clock sharp — at least it does for 
some of them, but just because I happen 
to be the general correspondent head, or 
manager, and quite popular, there are 
always about fifty or one hundred letters 
to attend to and ten or fifteen people to 
talk with at just about quarter of five. 
(Don't ever get too popular with the 
office help, bo3 r s, because if j r ou do. you're 
sure to hear "Aw, Jim, can't you do this 
little thing for me? Please, Jim, you 
know how I'm — " etc.) Then there are 
always the five o'clockers. Why do some 
people always think that when it's five 
o'clock, I have plenty of time to talk 
about Ned White's wonderful — or terrible 
— round of golf yesterday afternoon, or 
about the F. C. Smiths' new car. I hope 

to goodness thai I nevi 

five o'clocker. If you 
man yourself you know wh iking 

about — even if you do keep 

the door and pull out your half- 

a-dozen times and glance up a* I 
twice a half-a-doz'Ti times, vrb 
you're talking to. or rather whoever is 
talking to you, appears no nr-arr-r tho 
end of his recitation, or his wind, than 
you are nearer being the "obeervai 
interested listener" that you • 
posedly taught to be. Probably by 
you have decided to go for the 5.28 train, 
anyway — no use breaking your fri 
heart or your own neck by • - - madly 
away then with a hurried excus 
thing about "Sorry — catch — train." 
all you business men, isn't that th< 
with you? I find it is with me. When I 
finally do get away from the garrulous 
old gentleman or the funny young 
gentleman, whichever one it might 
find that all of the elev:: - 
at the fourth floor and all going 
Therefore I dash down the stairway 
three and four steps at a time: an - 
to the street floor aim si s s on as the 
elevators but minus quite a bit oi breath. 
Sometimes I have gone from 110 Tremont 
Street down to the corner of Winter in 
exactly sixty-one and one-half strides or 
rather small leaps. Some other ti:. - 
get in back of a crowd of women or girls, 
and those nights I always give up any 
hopes of the 5.15— it would be quite 
useless to try for it. 



When I do reach "Winter Street, whether 
traffic permits it or not. I start right out 
in the street and do a spectacular hundred- 
yard dash up to the best friend I have in 
the world — the traffic policeman at Shu- 
man's Corner. After he became ac- 
quainted with me he began to stop, or 
rather hold up. the traffic at his special 
spot until I had safely crossed — on the 
run. I don't forget him in my prayers 
or at Christmas. From then on I go 
from sidewalk to street, from street to 
sidewalk and so on until I come to the 
beautiful building called the Sonth Sta- 
tion. I almost always manage to sprinkle 
the train's tail with salt and thereby 
enable myself to catch it. but I've found 
out that it's oftentimes a dangerous 

Well, folks, guess I said some pretty 
funny things before this happened. You 
see. one night I didn't quite catch the 
tail of the train and another train caught 
me — right in the foot, so now I'm minus a 
perfectly good foot. Have learned a lot 
since that eventful night — it does pay to 
be popular; it's wonderful to have a good 
many friends when you're in the hospital. 
Another thing: 
Don't be in a hurry, dear, always take it 

slow : 
"Whenever you get a good thing, never let 

it go; 
Embrace your opportunity whene'er you 

get the chance. 
And then your life will always be a 

pleasant song and dance. 

Alice M. Pratt, '25. 

The Thoughts of a Senior 

I work, and work, and work, and work; 

I labor like a fool: 
But when I come to think it o'er. 

There's nothing bad in school. 

Now if my home work isn't done, 

I only hear a teacher; 
But if I once came late to work, 

I'd have to hear a preacher! 

I rise from bed at seven o'clock- 
This may seem hard, but nix! 

If I should have to go to work. 
I'd alwavs rise at six. 

So school is easy, after all, 

It is, turn East or West. 
"Were I to choose twixt school and work, 

I'd say that school is best. 

O. Johxsox, '25. 

An Unexpected Inheritance 

BURTON ELLIS stopped in his 
tracks! Was that really thunder 
that he had heard? Or was it just his 
imagination? He had walked just 19| 
miles and he had 5^ miles yet to go before 
he reached his destination. He must 
make it even if it did rain. — that is un- 
s he wanted to stay out all night! 
He was indeed tired and hungry: the 
pack on his back felt extra heavy. He 

listened again, more intently this time. 
Yes, it was thunder, but it was very faint. 
Perhaps he could beat the storm! Again 
he took up the trail. 

After a hah an hour's good hard tramp- 
ing he came to a small clearing in the 
trees. Just as he stepped into the cleared 
space, a flash of bright lightning streaked 
the sky. 

Although it was but 4.30 o'clock it was 


becoming quite dark! The clouds gath- 
ered in angry blank array. Bui Burton 
Ellis, plucky and determined to make bis 
goal that night, kept bravely on. 

Another half hour passed and still, 
although weary, he plodded on. All at 
once he came upon •& stream thundering 
down the rocks in its bed. A small log 
bridge stretched from one bank to the 
opposite shore. Beyond was a cleared 
field, at the edge of which and at the foot 
of the tall pines was a little log cabin. 

Ellis hadn't really thought of what a 
shelter like this would mean to him, but 
when bis eye rested upon it, he immedi- 
ately crossed the small bridge and made 
for its shelter. Just as he was within 
20 yards of the building, the storm broke. 
With a bright flash and a tremendous 
roar as if heralding it, the rain fell. 

Quickening his pace he reached the 
door only to find it locked! Quickly he 
dashed around the side and finding one 
of the windows unlocked, he instantly 
raised it. Pulling himself in through the 
opening, he dropped to the floor. In the 
dim light of the room he made out a small 
round table in the center of the room. 
Beyond the table was a stone fireplace, 
but — seated before the fire was an old 
man gazing intently into the flames. He 
seemed to have heard Ellis as he raised 
the window but he was not alarmed and 
even now was not paying the least at- 
tention to him. 

"Pardon me," Ellis stammered. "I 
really didn't mean to break into your 
home but — you see, it was raining rather 
hard and I thought if I could come in for 
a little while until the rain stopped — " 

The man interrupted him suddenly. 
"Never mind, I don't care. This place 
doesn't belong to me. The door was 
locked when I got here and I came in the 
same way. I've only been here a few 
minutes myself." 

l \h<\ you build 
coining to the table an 
load from In- should 

"Ye* thai if I ... 
already built and all ready to : 

"Thai sounds i .-• \u 

-aid KM; 

straight chain; from aroui 
'•Have you looked around mu 

"Yes, I had jusf 
irig in at that little roon 
to be a sort of bedra 
s we red. 

"It looks sort of like a hunt it p 
to me. See, over then 
the rest is made for a gun. bul 
has gone. Under that tabl 
see all those hunting 
let's look in that red d<-«k <• 
I'll bet we'll find somethu - 

So savins. Burton Ell:- 
crossed to the desk followed by tr 

"I suppose really we have no right to 
look through any one's 
goes!" And Burton opened the c<> 

Inside the desk everythinu 
perfect order. Papers were in one 
partment. pens and pencils in another 
and so forth. But under the inl - 
a long folded paper attracted their at- 
tention. Burton lifted the inks! 
drew the slip out. 

"To Alfred Pond." read Ellis from the 
folded paper. 

"To whom?" asked the old ma: 

"To Alfred Pond. Why? V 
the trouble?" he asked very much 
alarmed at the old man's appearance. 

'"Why. that is my name!" began the 
man. "Do you suppose — " 

•Wait. I'll open it." As he said it. 
Burton opened the long white sheet. 

"To Alfred A. Fond I leave this 
and my New York home. May he 



fully guard them and keep an eye on 

Oliver S. Pond." 

"Uncle Oliver," murmured the old 
man. "Can it really be that he is gone?" 

Outside the little log cabin the storm 
raged as the old man related to his new 
acquaintance the story of how he was 
to become the heir of this little cabin 
and a beautiful home in New York City. 

"But," he concluded, "it has come a 
little too late. Some one else besides 
me must enjoy its pleasures." 

The storm raged for two days, at the 
end of which time the old man passed 
away, leaving this log cabin, his New 
York home, and the guardianship of the 
stranger, Miss Eliza Pond, in the hands of 
his newly found friend, Burton Ellis. 
Elizabeth W. Gilliland, '25. 

The Ghost 

TIM and Job were conversing together 
in their little office. They had 
been partners in solving mysteries for 
five years and were successful. 

"Job," said Tim, the leader of the two; 
"I want you to take a look around Mr. 
Hobson's place. You will probably see 
the ghost which people say they have 
seen there." 

"Why, they only imagine they see 
ghosts," replied Job. 

"Never mind that, you go up there at 
half past ten tonight." 

At about quarter past ten, Job, with a 
loaded revolver, went slowly up the hill 
towards Mr. Hobson's mansion. There 
had been rumors about that the place 
was haunted. At the top of the hill, Job 
paused. He could not hear or see any- 
thing. Slowly he made his way into the 
house and went to the stairs, sat down 
and waited. It was from these stairs 
that people were supposed to have seen 
the ghost appear either in the dining- 
room or the reception room, it was hard 
to tell which. Soon Job heard something 
that sounded as if a mouse was running 
across the floor. He turned in the di- 
rection from where the sound came. 
He saw before him a form about ten feet 
tall which was getting brighter and 
brighter. Soon it was bright enough to 

see that its head was a skull and that 
its hands and fingers were long and thin. 
The "Thing" gave a shriek, like that of a 
person about to be stabbed. It pointed 
at Job, but he never moved or took his 
gaze away from it. The "Thing" then 
wrote in the air the word "Death." The 
word seemed to be glued there for a 
second and then disappeared. The 
"Thing" gave a low laugh, such a low, 
sneering laugh as to send a shiver up 
Job's spine. He had never believed in 
ghosts nor was he afraid of them, but 
somehow this one affected him. Rushing 
to the nearest window, he broke the glass, 
climbed outside, and ran down the hill 
pell mell. He did not stop until he came 
to Tim's office. Once inside he got his 
breath, sat down and related his ex- 

Tim was silent for a few minutes and 
then said, "Tomorrow, get some one to 
tell you all he knows about the mansion. 
I shall be here waiting for you." 

The next morning Job went out in 
search of the story. He was back in the 
office at two o'clock. 

"Well, what did you find?" 

"The sheriff told me he had heard it 
said that Hobson's father hid a fortune 
in jewels in the mansion. He was killed 
the night he buried them. A stranger 


was found dead at the bottom of the hill. 
Hobson's body was found on the porch. 
There had been snow on the ground at 
the time and only one pair of fpotsi 
cOuld be found leading away from the 
house. They led up to the stranger and 
no farther." 

Tim was silent. He spoke an hour 
later. "You and I are going up to look 
around. We're going tonight." 

At night they set out. When they 
reached the mansion and were inside, 
Job showed Tim where he had sat and 
where he had thought he saw the ghost. 
They looked around on this floor and then 
went down into the cellar. Tim got 
down on his hands and knees, after he 
had examined the walls, and began 
knocking at the cement floor. He soon 
found a crack and saw he could take a 
piece out of the floor with the help of 
his penknife. This he did and found 
that a box had been hidden there. He 
opened the box, which was coming to 
pieces, and saw the long lost jewels. 
These he put into his coat pocket and 
the two men went upstairs. They fas- 
tened all the doors and windows. Job 
took his place in the dark reception room, 
while Tim sat on the stairs. At half 
past ten they heard a noise as if a mouse 
was running across the floor, a shriek, a 
low moaning laugh and then they saw a 
form slowly getting brighter. When it 
was bright, it pointed its ugly finger at 
Tim. Tim shot at it and the bullet went 
right through the figure. The "Ghost" 
laughed and slowly disappeared. 

Job was hit on the head from some one 

in back and he fell U 
scious. Tim ran thi 
and reception ro 

stopped. II" I,' ai 

broken. Running in tl of the 

noise, he saw a man climb out of the 
window. He shot ai him but only hit 

him in the arm. The D 

house before Tim could fire anothei 

He wont back and found thai -Job was 

conscious again. Slowly they fl 


In their office Jolt and Tim - 
"Well, Tim, whal did you find out?" 
Job's anxious question. 

"Did you notice the cupboard in tl 
ception room? This cupboard i- 
enough to hold a man. i . 
tive, for I recognized him, put on the 
things in this cupboard. This costume 
had phosphorus on it. When he opened 
the cupboard door, he lot the 
down until it reached the floor. It _ 
to get brighter slowly — as phosphorus 
does in the dark. It looked ten feet high. 
He then had a piece of gla<s with a word 
written on it so that you could see nothing 
but the writing. He came and went by the 
back way so that no one could get him." 

"Well, what did he want to put on the 
costume and come there for?" 

''He was in search of the jewels and 
did not want to be caught. In the day- 
time, people would see him enter the 
house. At night he wanted to keep 
away the tramps who might <eek shelter 
and a night's sleep there, Good night. 
I'm going to bod now." 

Bertha Daniels, '27. 




Norwood's Football Team 

Norwood has a football team 

That's very hard to beat; 
It is not very heavy 

But it's light upon its feet. 

They've only played a few games, 

As the season's just begun; 
But they've shown the "Norwood Spirit" 

So far, in every one. 

Philip Kravitz, 8B. 

The Counting of Winter 

The leaves on the trees are getting brown, 

The birds are not singing at dawn, 
The sun is not shining so bright, 

At six o'clock it is no more light. 
The ground will soon be covered with 

The flowers now will no more grow. 
Winter nearer is coming on 

And all the summer beauties are gone. 
Bertha Cushing, 8 A. 

An Interesting Event of My Vacation 

/"\NE day during my vacation my 
\J friends and I decided to have a 
picnic. As we were near the border line 
of Canada, we went over to St. Andrew. 
On the grounds where we had our 
lunch was an old Inn, which had not been 
used for about fifty years. One of the 
French windows was broken and so we 
went in. It must have been a wonderful 
place when it was new. The rooms were 
nearly all circular and the stairways, 
winding. There were holes in the floor 
where other visitors had gone through 
and we didn't wish to repeat their acts. 

It was so dark we had to feel our way 
around in some places. Just as we were 
going out we heard a noise which sounded 
as though some one was tramping down 
the stairs. The noise echoed through 
the old house as it came nearer. Every- 
one was nearly frightened to death but 
too curious to run away. All of a sudden 
a queer wail echoed through the house. 
In one of the doorways we saw the cause 
of the noise— a small boy that was with 
us, carrying a teddy bear which he was 

Mona Morris, 8 A. 




beautiful city. The streets are 
very clean. If you put some papers in 
your own yard and your neighbor notices 
it, he will go and call the police. AVhcn 
the police come, they will tell you to 
come to court. In court the judge will 
fine you. I wish Norwood would be as 
clean as Cernowitz. 

Bertha Cushing, 8A. 

(Note: Bertha Cushing has been in 
this country less than two years. When 
she came to Norwood, she spoke no 
English. The above paragraph is prac- 
tically as written for the first draft, the 
corrections being minor ones. There 
were no errors of spelling. 

M. F. C.) 

The Blue and White 

(To N. H. S.) 
Here's to the colors, Blue and White, 

Wherever they may stand ; 
Here's to the flag of Norwood High 

That we cheer with a waving hand. 

Here's to dear Old Norwood High, 

Here's to our flag of blue, 
And here's three cheers for N. H. S. 

And the pupils of Norwood so true. 

E. B., 9C. 

Here's three cheers for N. H. S., 
The school that always gives us the best; 
Here's to the dear old blue and white 
That we cheer whenever it is in sight. 

Again we cheer the school we love, 
Again we start our games; 
So here's three cheers for Norwood High, 
Whose spirit we hope shall never die. 
Gladys Johnson, '28. 

A Junior Life-Saver 

TN the observatory of one of the many 
■*• large Coasri Guard stations along the 

Atlantic sat a healthy, robust boy. 
Outside could be heard the 
dashing on the shore and the thunder 

rumbling overhead. Now and then vivid 
flashes of lightning shot across the L 
sky. This was a West India hurri- 
cane, the dread of the U. S. I 

A fruit steamer laden with the won- 
drous products of the South had flashed 
a distress signal three hours before. Hie 
boy's father with the rest of the crew had 
gone to the rescue. 

The boy was anxiously peering into 
the inky blackness waiting for a signal 
from the rescuing crew. The lone, dis- 
mal whistle in the distance, he at once 
recognized as his father's signal. He 
knew that the sea was too high to get 
the ship's crew aboard the lifeboat. 
He jumped to the telephone. An hour 
ago he had tested it. At that time it 
was in perfect working condition. Since 
then the lines had been blown down. 
Not a moment could be lost. The next 
station was six miles away. He knew 
he could not get there in time to be of any 
assistance to the sinking ship. 

At once a thought flashed into his 
mind — the breeches buoy! It was an- 
chored on a cliff above the beach ready 
for an emergency. He got powder and 
went up on the cliff, shot the gun and 
waited for the return. No return was 
made. After a long, hard struggle he 
succeeded in pulling the line back and 
made one more attempt to rescue the 
ship's crew. This time the ship's whistle 
was blown, answering that they had got 
the line. When the life-savers saw that 
the ship was being given assistance from 
land bv the breeches buoy, they came 



in to shore and helped send it from the 
ship to land. 

It was then that father and son met! 
The father swelled with pride. He real- 
ized that in his excitement to get to the 
sinking ship he had not told the lad 
about the breeches buoy. It was the 
lad's cool-headedness and quick wit that 
had saved the day. 

Joseph O'Connor, '29. 


The snow fell softly into the night, 

The wind like a whirlpool blew, 

The flakes they hurried their downward 

From their old home into the new. 

Jack Frost also was at his work, 
The window-panes he tinted; 
Stockings were hung by the fireside 
And a fir-tree of Christmas hinted. 

The dawn was greeted with shouts of 

The fir-tree was dressed in its glory, 
Good wishes were sent both far and near — 
It was all like a Christmas story. 

Thus the glorious day sped on, 
Over it happiness hung, 
Everybody was filled with good will 
And Christmas carols were sung. 

Margaret Eisenhaur, 8A. 

A Good Citizen 

ALTHOUGH there are many citizens 
in every town, only a few of them 
are coDsidered good. Good citizens 
should obey laws, guard health, take 
part in the doings of their communities, 
vote, hold offices, keep up their properties 
and aid good causes. If all towns had 
such citizens, there would be many more 
model towns. 

Anna Bataitas, 8 A. 


Autumn time is here, 

Winter is coming near, 

The pretty leaves will soon fall, 

For Jack Frost will get them all, 

And away they'll fly, 

No one knows why — 

The trees soon will be bare, 

For no more leaves they'll wear, 

Soon they'll be covered with ice and snow 

And the limbs will be hanging low. 

Christmas will be in the air 

And Happiness everywhere. 

Grace Shackley, 9. 

A Narrow Escape 

I WAS six years old. It was on a 
Tuesday my mother called me and 
told me to go to the dentist. She also 
gave me a note to take to him. I thought 
he was going to pull my tooth out. 

I waited in the hall quite a while. All 
of a sudden I saw a boy coming out with 
blood on his shirt and around his mouth. 
I shivered. Then the dentist called 
"Next." It was my turn. 

I went to him and gave him the note. 
He examined my teeth and said, "Come 
next Tuesday at three o'clock." 

Oh, what a relief it was! 

Edward Knezneck, '29 

ONE of the inventions that have been 
made is the invention of washable 
paper. This paper was invented by the 
Chinese people. It can be used for 
writing or bundling. When it is soiled 
it can be washed and hung on the clothes- 
line to dry, or when it is wrinkled it can 
be ironed and folded like a towel. 

Angelo Macchi, '29. 


T If E A R G U l. •: OT 

Field Hockey 
About three weeks ago, candidates 
were called for a girls' field hocky team. 
This is the first year that hockey has 
been introduced into the school and it 
immediately met with approval and 
hearty response. The first day there 
were about thirty girls who reported, but 
the number dwindled until there are 
about twenty who come out regularly 
for practice. 'Miss Follett, who has 
charge of the girls, instructed them in the 
method of using the hockey-sticks and 
the positions of the players. A few days 
after the candidates were called out, 
regular practice commenced and the 
girls had their first try at hitting the ball. 
Miss Follett as yet has promised nothing, 
but she hopes, as all the girls who have 
gone out for hockey, that a team will be 
organized and enough practice had to 
enable them to play one game at least. 
The majority of the girls are Sophomores. 
There are only four Seniors and about 
the same number of Juniors, so that if 
the girls are not able to play outside 
teams this year, at least a good start 
will have been made in establishing a 
team that will measure up to the school 
standing in the next few years. 

When practice started in September, 
there were sixty bovs on the field the 

first day. I if this number but 
might be called regulars "r 
Many declared the High School would 
not win a game. To teD the truth. 
prospects did nor look too brig] 
many of the boys had nt n put 

on a football suit before. Mr. Murray. 
however, has a way of makii _ 
teams, and that's just what hi 
a long way toward this year. Tl 
cess of this team will be found in t: 
suits of the following gar - 

Hyde Park at Norwood 
Our first game was played with ; 
Park at Elks Park. It proved to 
very hard game as Hyde Park had a 
strong team. The game was fairly 
played with Capt. Spierdowis and Perk- 
land starring for Norwood. McGowan 
and Gantosky starred for Hyde Park. 
The final score was Hyde Park 10, 
wood 0. 

Natick at Norwood 

This game proved to be both fast and 
interesting from start to finish. Xatiek 
scored early in the first half and their 
six points looked like a sure vi< 
In the last minute of play, however. 
Norwood found its old time push and 
scored a touchdown. Geary booted the 
winning point over the bar. Captain 
Spierdowis and Dolaher starred with line 
plunging. Score: Natick 6-Norwood 7. 



Boston Latin and Norwood 

Boston Latin brought a very heavy 
team to Norwood, but the old saying, 
"The bigger they are the harder they fall," 
seemed to hold true. Norwood plugged 
the line and ran the ends for thiee touch- 
downs. Fireman's end running featured 
the game. Score: Boston Latin 0- 
Norwood 18. 

Needham High School at Norwood 

Needham proved itself to be a rough 
customer and almost all the players 
suffered some kind of injury. Early in 
the second period Capt. Spierdowis was 
put out of the game with a dislocated 
shoulder. This, however, only served 
to put more fight in the boys and they 
were determined to win. Bill Geary 
scored the first touchdown on a for- 
ward pass, and Jarvis Barrett scored 
the other on line plunging. Final score: 
Needham 0-Norwood 13. 

Boston Commerce High School at 

The Boston team proved to be very 
strong and heavy and scored one touch- 
down in the second period. After the 
first half, Norwood seemed to get more 

spirit and when Commerce pushed over 
another touchdown, we settled down to 
business. After a few line bucks, Nor- 
wood scored, but did not get the point 
after the touchdown. At the next kick- 
off we received the ball and again marched 
down the field for another score, but no 
point. This was a hard game to lose, but 
now we know how Natick must have felt. 
Final score: B. C. H. S. 13— N. H. S. 12. 

Dedham High School at Dedham 

The most important game on our 
schedule was played on November 1 
at Dedham. Dedham had a strong team 
and seemed to think that Norwood was 
licked before they started. I think that 
after the first period they didn't believe 
they were quite so strong. Dedham 
kicked off to Norwood and we im- 
mediately started for a touchdown. When 
we left the field for the. first half, the 
score was thirteen to nothing in our 
favor. Dedham came back strong in 
the second half and succeeded in scoring 
once. Capt. Spierdowis and Dolaher 
proved to be a great help in the backfield 
and their presence seemed to give more 
strength to the entire team. The final 
score was Norwood 13 — Dedham 7. 


Un Tribut a Anatole France 

Tout le monde est triste parce qu'un 
de ses meilleurs philosophes et romanciers 
est mort recemment en France. Cet 
homme noble etait Anatole France. II 
naquit en France en 1844 et ses parents 
n'etaient pas tres riches. lis s'appelaient 
Thibault et "Anatole France" n'etait 
que son nom de plume. 

Meme quand il etait un petit garcon 
il aimait a lire et a raconter de belles 

histoires. II est renomme pour ses contes 
dans lesquels il mele l'ironie et la douceur, 
le comique et la fantaisie. 

Le meilleur de ses romans est "Le 
Crime de SylvestreBonnard." Beaucoup 
de ces romans ont ete traduit en anglais 
et on dit qu'ils etaient des formes qui 
exprimaient les aventures de son ame — 
II ecrivit d'une maniere inimitable et il 
est considere par beaucoup de monde, le 
plus grand romancier de notre epoque. 
Anna E. Weisul, '26. 

th !■; a \[.c i i;\ or 

La Vie dPAeatolc France 

Anatolc France etait un grand poete 
et romancicr. II naquit a Paris le seize 
avril dix-huit cent quarante quatre. II 
6tait le fils d'un librairc et il devoua ses 
heures librcs au travail litteraire. II 
£tudia a Stanislas, qui est un college de 
la France. II travailla pour plusieurs 
des journaux dc Paris et ccrivit beaucoup 
de livres. En dix-nuit cent quatre un 
il ecrivit "Le Crime de Sylvestre Bon- 
nard." II fat elu a 1' Academic Francais 
en dix-huit cent quatre-vingt-quatre. 
II mourut le douze octobre dix neuf cent 
vingt-quatre et a sa mort la France per- 
dit un grand homme lettre. 

Cedric Roberts, '26. 

Qmiamidl V©uil§ Avez Prepare 
Vottre Lecon 

Le matin quand vous avez bien prepaid 
votre legon vous allez a l'ecole avec un 
coeur tres leger. Vous marchez tres 
vite mais vous ne pouvez pas vous hater 
assez rapidement. Vous attendez l'ar- 
rivee de chaque classe avec l'attente 
de recevoir des notes excellentes pour ce 
jour-la. Mais helas! Qu'est-ce qui ar- 
rive? Parce que vous savez votre lecon 
Mademoiselle Foster fait reciter tout le 
monde excepte vous! C'est la meme 
chose dans la classe de Mesdemoiselles 
Elliott, Blaisdell, et Bergner. Vous allez 
a la maison tres d£courage ce jour-la. Je 
crois que la meilleure idee est de preparer 
bien vos lecons tous les jours! 

Mary Flaherty, '25. 

Ume Higtoire Ponmr FHemure 
dun Coniclier 

Nettie aimait bien a macher la gomme. 
Si quelqu'un lui donnait un ou deux sous 

ou meme cinq, il pourrait 
Nettie acheterait de la gpn i 
seulement goutahVeue bon mau ellc 
durail longtempe auasi, pi i 

-M.ii- i mi il.-iit point qu'eOe 

machat la gomme. Elle dit qtn 

ii'et;iit pas propre et que li ' ' 

Clevees lie fai-aient [>.i - <- l:i. I 

tude, disait-elle, bi isail stir. 

Son coeur a du etre ucoup do 

fois, pehsa Nettie, mais pro 
un coeur brise* Detail pat 
qu'un cod bris£. 

Un jour quand 1 ftaient placeea 

Nettie marchail le bng de la rue. Elle 
avait de la gomme dana la boucl • et elle 
machait vigoureusement quand elli 
sa mere qui s'approchait d'elle. 
ment elle jeta la gomme sur la ru<\ 

"Nettie," dit sa mere, "avais-tu de la 

Nettie ne pouvait pas mentir. 

"Oui," repondit-elle, "j'en Bl 

"Ma foi, comme tu es mechante," dit 
la mere. ''Je vois que tu veux brie 
coeur — " 

Nettie ferma les yeux. Sa mere avait 
glisse sur la rue glacee. Quelque 
de terrible allait arriver. Sa mere allait 
tomber et se casser le cou. Aprec 
moment Nettie rouvrit les yeux. 
n'etait pas arrive! Sa mere, en gliss I I 
avait mis le pied sur la gomme et avait 
reconvert son 6quilibre. 

" — briser le coeur de ta mere," finit- 
elle. "Et maintenant, va ches-toi pour 
ta punition!" 

Obcissantc. Nettie alia chei elle mais 
en allant elle se demands s'il valait 
mieux d'ayoir eu de la gomme et de 
le coeur de sa mere ou tie ne pas avoir eu 
de la gomme et de voir sa mere se briser le 

Traduit par Mary Balbont, '25. 



Notre Oasse 
de Francais 

Toutes les jeunes filles au premier rang 
parlent tres doucement et Monsieur Mon- 
tisano ne peut jamais les entendre. 
Mais peut-etre n'ecoute-t-il pas toujours. 
II a un tres tres haute voix. Mademoi- 
selle Crowley aiment beaucoup a, dire "er- 
a-er" quand elle recite. Monsieur Howes 
a une voix comme celles des jeunes filles 
au premier rang. II parle tres douce- 
ment et il semble tres faible. Mademoi- 
selle Clements a une tres bonne voix 
mais elle ne sait pas souvent la question 
et par consequent elle perd une occasion 
d'employer sa voix. Monsieur Pender- 
gast aime mieux a parler a son livre qu'a 
la classe. Beaucoup d'eleves dans la 
classe ne parlent pas assez pour qu'on 
sache si leurs voix sont douces ou hautes. 
J'espere que nous aurons bientot tous 
de tres hautes voix. 

Elizabeth Blumenkranz, '27. 

patrie etait victorieuse et par conse- 
quent elle sera consideree la meilleure 
dans les sports pendant quatre annees. 
John Slattery, '26. 

Leg Jeux 


Les premiers Jeux Olympiques datent 
de l'an 777 avant Jesus Christ, et Coroe- 
bus en fut le vainqueur Les Jeux furent 
supprimes en 394 Theodose et furent 
retablis en 1896 par le Gouvernement 

Cette annee les Jeux olympiques eurent 
lieu a Colombes, France et les Etats Unis 
remporterent la palme. La Finlande fut 
le deuxieme et ce petit pays montra 
beaucoup de talent dans ces jeux. II est 
probable que s'il avait eu autant de 
combattants que les Etats Unis il aurait 
remporte la victoire. L'Angleterre etait 
le troisieme. 

II y eut beaucoup de sentiment au 
sujet des Jeux. Les Frangais ne vou- 
laient pas que les Americains fussent les 
vainqueurs. La sympathie du monde 
etait avec la Finlande. Cependant notre 

C 9 e§t Avec la Bonne foi qui' 
On Va le Pins Loin 

Marie Brown etait une tres bonne 
eleve dans sa classe de frangais. Le 
professeur la louait toujours pour son 
bon travail. En effet elle etudiait beau- 
coup, et savait presque toujours ses legons. 

Un jour le professeur annonca que le 
lendemain la classe aurait un examen qui 
serait une revue de tout de qu'ils avait eu. 
II ajouta aussi d'un ton d'avertissement, 
"Beaucoup d'etude est necessaire!" Marie 
pensa qu'elle fut une exception, car 
n'avait-elle pas toujours etudie ses lecons? 

Quand 1' examen vint Marie trouva 
qu'elle s'avangait lentement — tres lente- 
ment, et elle realiza done que sa note ne 
serait pas des plus hautes. Mais il y 
avait son livre frangais sur son pupitre. 
II serait tres simple de le regarder quand 
le professeur tournerait le dos. 

Marie attendit une opportunity favor- 
able et ouvrit lentement et soigneusement 
son livre. 

"Mademoiselle Brown! Que faites- 

Les yeux de toute la classe etaient 
tournes vers Marie qui se sentit rougir 
quand le professeur vint a son pupitre 
et prit son papier. 

"J'en suis fachee," dit-elle. 

"Fachee! Cela ne fait rien maintenant. 
Je vous verrai apres la classe!" repondit 
le professeur. 

Marie etait tres repentente mais il 
etait trop tard. Le professeur ne la 
louait plus. Au lieu d'etre la plus haute 
de la classe elle etait devenue la plus 
basse. "C'est avec la bonne foi qu'on 
va le plus loin." Eileen Folan, '26. 


Alb Fide noe Araiis . or For- 
tuna Iuvat Fortes 

Ab initio dictus oral: Absens haeres 

nonerit. Sod permitte nos audire alteram 

partem, nam apes non erit fracta, tamen. 

Nam contra omrics bonos mores, saepe, 

beatae memoriae, ab consiliis et animis, 

virtus crescit sub pondere, et vir yenil 

in sese. „ ,„ , OE 

Teresa Welch. 2o. 

Oraltio CiceFonis 

Marcus Tullius Cicero, consul Romae 
turn cum coniuratio in rem publicam 
faceretur, Catilinam improbum principem 
coniuratiorum, multis orationibus op- 
pressit. Urbem tarn incredibili calami- 
tate defendere voluit. 

Uno tempore pro senatu, Catilina has 
res coniurationis primo negavit, tandem 
Cicero convicit ut eae res essent verae. 

Cicero Catilinam interfici non volebat 
ne administri eius consilia eius adse- 
querentur. Dixit Catilinam privatam 
vitam dedecoris vixisse, patriam suam 
odisse, et omnes cives Catilinam ex urbe 
proficisci veils. Itaque is monuit ut 
Catilina urbe exiret omnibus suis satelli- 

Tandem conatus Ciceronis laudabantur 

nam Catilina ad castra Manliana sua 

sponte profectus est, ita metu cives 

liberavit. t, t on 

Barbara Jordan, 26. 

[ia Tia 

Hoy es un dia de fiesta. Mis padres dan 
un reunion. Todos nuestros parientes 
estaran aqui. 

Eran las dos de la tarde cuando los 
huespedes han llegado. Todo el mundo 
hablaban y risaban pero yo notaba que 
mi tia no hablaba mucho. Mi tia siem- 
pre nos contaba de su familia. Cuando 
los huespedes comian al mediodia, yo 

ntabfl al lado de ella 
"Tii, Porque do babli 
huespedes ho 

"Mi querido oifio," ella i 
"mi- pies me lastiman den 

Ol / 

La Navidad En Espana 

Los Espanoles, como loe Ameri< 
celebran la Navidad 
de Deciembre. La noche ai •• 
llama por I"- Espanoles, "Noch 
Los ricos y los pobres tienen I 
almendras, de turron, de dulcea y de 
frutas. Despues de la cena • ' - 
y cantan. Esto continua hasi 
noche. Entoncea las personas van a la 
Misa del Gallo. 

Los ninos de Espana no re 
regalos, hasta el 6 de enero. I 
Magos son el Santa Clans de Espana. 
En vez de colgar las medias cerca del 
chimenea, los ninos de Espana : 
los zapatos en cl balcon de sus 


Un Dia de Gracias 
L T n dia de gracias viene una vez p»r 
ano. Que nos signifies esta dia de 
gracias? A algunos de nosotn - dgni- 
fica el comer de buenas cosas, tales como 
nueces, frutas confitadas, vivas y todas 
otras cosas de esta especie. Pel 
verdadj el signifies mas que esto. Piensa 
vd. en la significencia del primer dfa ile 
gracias y entonces piensa vd. en su 
significencia hoy. Hay mucha diferencia. 
Muchas personas no piensan jamas en 
ello. Pero. despAes de esto dfa, pen- 
semos del dfa tie gracias como nosotros 
debemos pensar en ello. Demos muchas 
gracias Dios por todo lo que el ha hecho 
por nosotros en el ano pasado. 

Gladys Keith. 






7-triVirF 'n 

School Activities 

October 16 almost everyone put fifteen 
cents to a good use, when they went over 
to the Civic to hear Colonel Eustace, the 
African explorer, speak. His talk was 
illustrated by moving pictures that had 
been taken on his various trips. The 
most interesting was the one showing 
the search for the White Rhinoceros, a 
species of animal which was thought to be 
extinct. After wearisome months, how- 
ever, the animal was found and pictures 
taken of it to prove to the rest of the 
world that the animal does still exist. 

The High School Orchestra has started 
its weekly practice and selections are 

now being rehearsed for the History 

The annual "Arguenot Benefit Dance" 
was a great success. The hall was deco- 
rated in Hallowe'en colors, with banners 
along the balconies, and weird figures 
at the doors, in addition to the usual 
festoons overhead. On the stage, peer- 
ing from behind trees, were three ghosts 
which were ghostly indeed in the dim 
light against a black background. Lucey's 
Orchestra furnished the music and Hol- 
man, the refreshments. Altogether there 
was a general Hallowe'en atmosphere and 
a thoroughly good time. 

Activities of tike Quest Qui]) 

The Quest Club has just started its 
second year in a most promising and 
interesting manner. As you know, the 
Club began its activities during the last 
school year. The "Questers" made many 
trips which they found both interesting 
and educational. 

This year we are reaching up to higher 
aims, and we hope that in helping our- 
selves, we can also help others. Plans 
are under way to give a Christmas party 
to some of our smaller and less fortunate 
brothers and sisters. In giving this 
party the co-operation of not only the 

members of the Quest Club, but also 
that of the student body, former gradu- 
ates and public in general would be appre- 

You probably have noticed the girls 
selling "hot-dogs" and candy at the 
football games. 

This is to raise money to finance the 
Christmas party. We are buying dolls 
to dress and give to the children. 

Every Wednesday afternoon you will 
see in Room 309, girls making tiny coats, 
dresses, bonnets and what not. More 
than one girl has discovered unsuspected 


skill in dressmaking. Down in the base- 
ment of the building you will find boys 
varnishing discarded toys and, as the 
girls have found their talents in dress- 
making and millinery, so, also, have the 
boys in carpentry and painting. 

We issue an appeal to everybody to 
co-operate with us in our undertaking. 

If anyone would lik 
doll or a toy, he can do imply 

sending iji one dollar to Ma 
or Ernesl Molloy, pti] 

Helen Coi 
Correspondent to th< 


It's great to be a Senior! It's great to 
think that after all our trials and tribu- 
lations, we are at last Seniors — the 
mighty Seniors! That last phrase is 
rather good. It sounds so influential. 
But, after all, are we not the most im- 
portant class in high school, the most 
intelligent, the most respected, etc.? A 
few words of explanation to the under- 
classmen may be necessary here. This 
feeling is entirely permissible because 
you, too, will have the opinion when you 
are Seniors. 

Of course, we have certain new privi- 
leges now. For instance, we have Room 
200 for our home room; we can stay on 
the second floor during recess; we can 
keep our home-room seats in the study 
hall, and we have the front seats at 

To be a really truly Senior, one must 
be dignified, for this is one of the most 
ancient and cherished traditions. It 
almost seems as though Seniors and 
dignity are synonymous. This means, 
of course, that we Seniors should not 
laugh boisterously, nor talk in a loud 
or careless manner, nor should we shout 
to our friends with ear-piercing shrieks. 
Remember, Seniors, that we should act 
as models for the other classes to imitate. 

We had out class elections very early 
this year. The officers chosen were as 
follows: President, Richard Dowling; 
Vice-President, Doris Turner; Secretary, 

Class Notes 

Myrtha Lindeberg; Girl Treasurer, 
Sylvia Endresen; Boy Treasui 
Mattson; Athletic Council, Hoddie 
Spierdowis; School I !ounc0, .1 
dergast, Bernard Cronan, Ruth M 
Margaret Owens and Marion Swift. 

A meeting of tin- Senior 
recently to determine the amount <>f the 
class tax. It was finally decided, 
a short debate, thai ;i tax of fifl 

a month would be sufficient. 

* * * 

In the Norwood High School we 

A Wolfe but no bear. 

A Morse but no code. 

A Nichols but no dimes. 

A Swift but no Marathon. 

A Flower but no weeds. 

A Weisul but no woodchuck. 

A Taylor but no dressmaker. 

A Potter but no tinker. 

A Cobb but no corn. 

A Stone but no jewel. 

A Bunny but no rabbit. 

A Dixon but no Mason. 

A French but no Chinese. 

A Connors but no angles. 

A Fisher but no hunter. 

A Fireman but no policeman. 

A Bridges but no roads. 

A Steel but no iron. 

A Lane but no turning. 

A Walker but no runner. 

Mutch but not plenty. 

K. F - 



Strange Bedfellows 
Pupil translating: "The butler retired 

with the radish dish." 

* * * 

What the Seniors Have Yet to Acquire 

Dixie's vocabulary. 

Daniels' dancing ability. 

Mr. Smith's pronounciation. 

Al Disnard's vigilance. 

Miss McGonagle's idea of a complexion. 

Mr. Larson's acquaintance. 

Privileges in study periods. 

* * * 

There was an old man from Norwood, 
And he had a machine which would saw 

He would saw wood, 

If the wood-saw would, 

This man who'd saw wood from Norwood. 

* * * 

Hoddie: "You don't want to lend me a 
dollar, do you?" 

Geary: "Of course not; but how in the 
world did you guess it?" 

Miss Foster to Bobbie Waldheim: 
"Well, Robert, have you been doing as 
I told you — not only talking but think- 
ing in French?" 

Bobbie: "Yes. I think a good deal in 

Miss Foster: "I'm very glad to hear it. 
Tell me some of your thoughts." 

Bobbie: "Oh! I can't do that, because 
when I think in French, I don't under- 
stand my thoughts." 

* * * 

Mr. Smith, explaining gravitation: 
"Hansen, why doesn't the ocean fall off 
the earth?" 

Hansen: "Why, it's tide up." 

* * * 

Actor: "Jack, did you see me in 'The 
Covered Wagon'?" 
Friend: "No, I didn't see you." 

Actor: "I know it. I was inside." 

* * * 

According to Molloy, the essay on 
"Shower Baths" dampened his spirit but 

refreshed his mind. 

* * * 

Miss Griffin, translating Virgil: "He 
looked for a gate and divided it among 

Miss Johnson: "That's a foolish trans- 
lation. Why should he give his friends 

the gate?" 

* * * 

Grace (at football game) "I'm roasted." 
Myrtha: "Gee! I'm stewed." 

Gang: "Oh— h— h!" 

* * * 

Miss Blaisdell: "Now class, give me an 
illustration of a good joke." 

Bobbie: "Fireman, stand up." 

* * * 

'Neil's maxim: "A sock on the foot 

is worth two in the eye." 

* * * 

Zeke: "What do you expect to be 
when you get out of college?" 

Bobbie W.: "An old man." 

* * * 

Cobb: "Mother, may I go out for 

Mother: "Yes, but if you get killed, 
don't come home complaining to me." 

Till'] ARG U KNOT 


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fit I * ' » s * 



Pendergast, translating: "Then Venus 
went up on high . . ." 

Miss Johnson: "Explain that line, 

Pendergast: "She must have been 

driving a car." 

* * * 

Remember when we comforted our- 
selves with: 
E = excellent. 
D = dandy. 
C = corking. 
A = awful. 
Them was the days! 

* * * 

Jarvis' favorite song: 

"Nothing could be sweeter than to 

greet her (Greta) at the library." 

* * * 

He who wishes to XL 
Or who aspires to B most YY, 
Remember this: a YY man 00 
Much of his wisdom to his II. 
And he must not his ears XQQ, 
For ears must hear and II must C, 
And he must all his senses UU, 
Who hopes a YY man e'er to B. 
He who is rich may take his EE, 
But all things earthly must DK; 
Wisdom succumbs not to DZZ, 
Secure it and B rich for A. 

Anon (Ex.) 

Old lady at her first football game, 
"My! my! That Rawh family must be 
a big one. They cheer for Hoddie 
Rawh, Dixie Rawh and Geary Rawh. 
One would think the coach would give 
"other fellows a chance." 

Miss Blake (during fire drill): "The 
tables at this end will stand, go through 
the back door, march down the stairs at 

the rear and out!" 

* * * 

Overheard at drawing: 
"Perhaps if you make them exactly 
the same, they may look something 


* * * 

Mary B. (at drawing): "I can't draw 
today. My hand shakes so!" 

Cobb: "Well, let me hold it for you." 

* * * 

Barrett (after reading a short com- 
position on "How to Boil Water") : "Any 

Hauck: "It's too short." 

Barrett: "Any suggestions how to 
lengthen it?" 

Foley: "Put some more water in it." 

* * * 

Dick to Father: "I looked through the 
keyhole when Sis had her fellow up last 
night, and guess what I saw." 

Father: "I don't know. What did you 
find out?" 

Dick: "The lights." 

Junior Class Notes 

A Consideration of the "Junior" and 
the Junior Class: — 

Classmates, we have now reached that 
grade in school called the Junior, and we, 
the members, are known as Juniors, and 

yeaf. Just what kind of definitions 
would you give to the above terms? Yes, 
they are names applied to the third year 
of high school and to the students during 
that year, but that does not fully cover 
the terms. Are they not more than mere 

the year which is before us is the Junior titles? Consider their meanings, the 

T II i: \ RG ' ENOT 

things they imply. All! yes, they mean 

much more than names. 

I think the following example will 
illustrate our interpretation of the words. 
We are all acquainted with John Brown, 
Sr., and John Brown, Jr. The Senior 
Brown has made a name for himself, and 
has lived his life. The younger Brown 
now begins his career. His duty is firsl , 
to accomplish all that his father has done 
before him and then to add all he can 
to these achievements. So it is in school. 
The Seniors have by this time shown 
people their worth. We must come up 
to and excel the standard they have set 
for us. Of course we should all like to do 
this and can do so if we will all give a 
little of our time and effort. If each one 
of us will remember to do what he can 
to help at all times, our class will be one 
to which we shall all be proud to belong. 
• Now, for the real facts. A class meet- 
ing was held shortly after the opening of 
school. This meeting was conducted by 
Mr. Grant, who spoke to us mainly about 
nominating and electing officers and in 
brief about our present financial con- 
dition and the means we have of im- 
proving it. He mentioned particularly 
the Junior Prom which is to be held the 
Friday evening following Thanksgiving. 

The following is a result of the elections : 

President, William Geary; Vice-Presi- 
dent, Mary Ryan; Treasurers, Robina 
Anderson, Joseph Moore; Secretary, 
Isabel Ziury; Athletic Council, Harry 
Berkland. Owing to a tie between Fran • 
ces Johnston and Henry Newman for 
membership on the School Council, it was 
necessary for the class to vote again. 
The final result was — Edwin Stone, chair- 
man; Elizabeth Davidson, Sanelma 
Nordlund, Frances Johnston, Kathleen 

The executive committee has held two 
meetings to discuss and decide the amount 

to b 
obtaining thi 

decided that 
fifteen cei J the 

roughl u| 
reduce the amoui 

motion wa- brought 

Junior class, and vot< i \i\ 
ing which wa* j,, cl 
The recommendation n 

class. At this sarrif m< 
were made for the clase colon ai 
were advised to consider what we should 
adopt for our class motto. 

Junior Jokes 
Junior 'Dime X 

Francis Johnson -"Slow B 

Cedric Roberts "Ai \ f the 


C. Donovan — "The Errand Boy." 

J. Donovan — "Helping Hims 

Thornton Stevens — "The Back* 

Stanton Slavin— "Brave ;,: 

Joe Benaghan — "Now or N 
(Mostly Never). 

Eddie Abcly— "Out for Bg ( lame." 

Joe Moore— "The Cash B 

Arthur Welch— "Th the 


Room 302— "Into the Unknown." 

* * * 

Miss Abbot (to Economic - 

"What does one sec every fe* - 
as he rides along the street?'* 

Stevens: "A traffic cop." 

* * * 

Renaghan (in English): "I think it 

means that Caesar's ghost isn't dead ; 

* * * 

Miss Wilson: "Why did Brutus 

his slave to kill him instead of doing it 

Fisher: "Probably he thought the slave 
could do a better job." 



First Pupil: "Well, the teacher said 
there was one good thing about my com- 

Second Pupil: "What was it?" 

First Pupil: "That I stopped writing 

when I did." 

* * * 

Miss Wilson: "Johnson, you saunter 
into this class like a postscript." 

* * * 

"Jim lost an eye yesterday." 
'Honest! How'd it happen?" 
"It fell out of his hand when he was 
setting type." 

^ ^ s*: 

Grocer (to small boy): "What '11 you 
have, Sonny?" 

Small Boy: "Nothin'." 
Grocer: "Oh! Shall I do it up?" 

^ % ^ 

Mr. Smith (arranging seating plan): 
"Next, Walsh and Welch, the Gold Dust 


* * * 

First Boy: "My father is the richest 
man on our street." 

Second Boy: "Huh! I'll bet my father 
makes more dough than yours." 

First Boy: "How come?" 

Second Bov: "He's a baker." 

Seller: "I've sold my car to Jones." 
Buyer: "I thought he said it wasn't 

speedy enough." 

Seller: "Well, you see, a speed-cop 

stopped us yesterday." 

* * * 

Student : "I saw a man eating an apple 

Teacher: "What about it?" 
Student: "The skin, of course." 

* * * 

(On an English paper): "Eating his 
breakfast, he went to school." 

* * * 


Chemistry is good for us, 

Although we sometimes have to cuss. 

We surely have a brilliant class, 

For we all learned the ways of glass. 

All of us, we take our turn 

To bend that glass or get a burn. 

The most of us have one regret — 

There are some boys who don't forget 

Many try experiments 

With very scanty compliments; 

Some get them right, some get them 

But somehow we all get along. 

J. W. 


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"Welcome" was on the Door 
The Sophomores have come into the 

world of Norwood High. It does not 
lower them to be looked down upon by 
upper classmen, for were not the lordly 

Seniors and the mighty Juniors Sopho- 
mores once? 

The Sophomores are taking a large part 
in athletics and that counts for a great 
deal. Moreover, they are congenial and 
are here for work as well as for play. 

They were given a warm reception by 
the principal Mr. Grant, the faculty and 
the students of the other classes. At the 
very first assembly, they were kindly 
asked to sing "Norwood." They did it 
fairly well, too, but for the most part 
they could have done much better, if the 
audience had not turned to stare at them. 

In the beginning it was hard to be- 
come accustomed to the new rules, but 
all things are possible for those who try 
and in spite of all our difficulties we have 
mastered them and are already true sup- 
porters of the "White and Blue" in every 
line of endeavor. 

The Sophomores elected their class 
officers October 10th as follows: 

President, Daniel O'Connell; Vice- 
President, Jane Waldheim; Secretary, 
Ruth Davis; Treasurers, Eleanor 
Whitcher, Francis Curran; School Coun- 
cil — Chairman, Wm. Cavanaugh, Ger- 
trude Molaney, Wilbur Fa}', Miah Keefe, 
Alice Johnson; Athletic Council — John 

We congratulate them all and hope 
they will do their best for the class of '27. 

Wanted: A boy for a bakery. Must 
come well bred, be an earl}- riser, born 
in the yeast, a good mixer. He will get 
his dough every Saturday night. 


Class Notes 

married ■■■■ vamp." 

College - 

ii'i : "I'm 
ain't, I'm asking you 

* * * 

Teacher: "John] 
dead Language 
Johnny: "Englu 
Teacher: "And why I \ 
Johnny: "I: 


* * * 

Daughter: "In Egypl I - 
all covered with hieroglypl 
Mother: "I'm glad you didn't 

one of those terrible 

* * * 

Teacher, angrily: "ED 

Pupil, dreamily: "No, I just paid my 

class due-.'' 

* * * 

A Sleep- Walking Episode 

One night as I was going 
to pass a long, dark wood for ;; -'retch of 
about one-half a mil 
night I hurried along all ti. 

Suddenly I heard a rustle in the 1 
behind me, a footstep, a groan, then a 
shrill whistle. I stood still, not daring 
to look, breathe, or move. Again and 
again came this shrill, linear.: 
and rustling. Then, in front of m 
could see a tall. thin, gaunt, horrible 
figure of a man. I tried to run. but - 
hard as I tried, I could not move an inch. 
Cold drops of perspiration came out 
my forehead. I could stand it no long 
and with a jerk I turned, and - 
honor. Dooney Flaherty, walking in his 
sleep. ^ • 




My Choice for President 

IF I were to vote for the President this 
year, the man I should vote for would 
be Calvin Coolidge of the Republican 
Party. To me he is an ideal man. Ever 
since the death of our former President, 
Warren G. Harding, he has performed 
the presidential duties faithfully. He 
has done much for the needs of the people 
and in that way has inspired them to 
have confidence in him. I should support 
the Republican Party of which he is the 
leader, because I favor their platform 
and know that what they have in it will 
be carried out. 

Calvin Coolidge wants to help the 
people. He wants to reduce the taxes 
for the working class, who at present 
have to give too much of their hard- 
earned money for government expenses. 
He wants to cut down the public ex- 
penditures and have the people work less 
for the government and more for them- 

Calvin Coolidge believes in the 
American Constitution. Much has been 
added to it, but as yet we have found no 
need to overthrow this fundamental 

Calvin Coolidge is opposed to govern- 
ment ownership of public utilities. He 
favors individual enterprise, believing 
that the people can run their own business 
more efficiently than can the govern- 

Some of the other principles that Calvin 
Coolidge, candidate of the Republican 
Party for the presidency of the United 
States, supports are as follows: he does 
not want to become involved in any 
entangling alliances with any foreign 
nations, but he is willing to give them 
friendly support; he wants the adoption 

of the child labor amendments no child 
should be deprived of education to go to 
work in a factory; he does not favor a 
bonus for the World War veterans, but 
he does intend that those who suffered 
injuries shall receive the best possible 

For these reasons, Calvin Coolidge is 
the one man who should guide our nation 
in the next four years. 

Sylvia Endresen '25. 


MY candidate for President this year 
is La Follette. I choose La Fol- 
lette because Coolidge did not work for 
the people as he should have done. Had 
not La Follette taken part in exposing 
the oil scandal, Denby and others in- 
volved might still be in office under 
Coolidge. Had not Wheeler exposed 
Doherty's illegal acts, the latter would 
probably still be an Attorney-General. 

Coolidge was against the Bonus Bill. 
This was not giving the soldiers propor- 
tionate returns for their loyalty and 
bravery in fighting for the United States. 

Under Coolidge, the farmers have not 
been given a chance to get returns on 
their goods because of the high tariff. 

Coolidge also favored the Mellon Tax 
Bill. This bill would have helped the 
rich people by lowering their taxes and by 
raising the taxes of the poorer people. 

Davis is not as popular as are Coolidge 
and La Follette. He has not done any- 
thing that would lead one to beileve he 
would be efficient as President. The 
people do not know what his ideas are 
and what he is planning to do if he is 
elected. He has not made known his 
principles as have Coolidge and La 


La Follette is going to work to help 
the people. He is going to revise the 
tariff so that farmers will be able to 
make a living. He is against the Mellon 
tax bill which Coojidge favored. He will 
clean the Department of the Interior 
and put honest, efficient men in office. 

With La l 

will have a better cl 

work for them 

the taxes and tariff duti< - I 

will give all a cl 

favoi i 

National Election 

(Written and presented by the members of th 3 

Prologue: Margaret Caverly. 

Act I. (Introductory. Home of aver- 
age citizen.) 
Citizen: Leo Dolaher. 
His Wife: Congetta Flower. 
Alice: Helen Corcoran. 
Mary: Doris Turner. 
Spirit of the United States: 

Elizabeth Maloney. 
Presidential Qualities: 

Knowledge, Jeanette Rosengren. 

Honesty, Marion Swift. 

Courage, Agnes Keliher. 

Idealism, Edith MacReady. 

Common Sense, Dorothy Sullivan. 

Act II. Registration. 
Officials: C. Bailey. 

J. Anderson. 
Voters: D. Kelter, 

L. Tolander. 

Act III. National Convention (by radio). 
Radio Fan: C. Bailey, 
Announcer: R. Waldheim. 
Nominator: E. Gifford. 

Act IV. Campaign. 
Host: .). Bunney. 
Guests: B. Cronan, D 
I ■ 
I. Fireman, P _ 

G. Frederickson, H 
Act V. The Election. 

Officials: A. Mat 

E. Molloy. 
Party Officials: I.. Towne, 
M. ( hirran. 
Voters: T. Welch, 
G. Potter, 
M. Spierdowis. 
Explanation: M. Lindeh 2 
Act VI. Inauguration. 

Chief Justice: R. Waldheim. 
President-elect: Y. Kenefick. 
Outgoing President: 11. Lailey. 
Vice-Preside > '.-< '■ 
Outgoing Vice-P '< S ■'■ - 
Epilogue (addressed to Spirit. Citizen 
and Audience).: Margaret Caverly. 

When the clarion call resounds, 
When the nation crys, "To arms!" 
When avenging war swoops down, 
And the country's peace alarms; 
Then rise men in legion strong; 
Gallantly they give their all 
In behalf of motherland. 
Forth they march to stand or fall! 


But such glory's not for us: 
No martial pomp shall save the nation: 
We must choose the lesss tacular, 
"Ad Summa Contendimus" our 1 
Each should strive for his bell - 
Precious birthright should not barl 
For in our choice of nation's chiefs 
We do more than hero, martyr! 




Setting: Typical American living-room. 

Characters: An American citizen, his 
wife, and their two children, Mary and 

Spirit of the United States. 

Qualities of a President. 

Mary (after some scrapping with 
sister): Mother, Alice hasn't done her 

Alice: Well, neither have you! 

Wife: Stop your quarreling, do! (To 
Citizen.) Those children are more bother! 
Oh, by the way, Mrs. Green asked 
us to come over Friday to a picnic lunch 
she's giving. Shall we go? 

Citizen: No! The Greens are too dull. 
He always talks politics, and actually 
means what he says. 

Wife: Well we won't go, then. 
Though I did wish to chat with Mrs. 
Green about her new recipes. And 
speaking of politics, are you going down 
to the polls today? They're open, you 
know, and you really should vote. You 
didn't last year. You'll go? 

Citizen: No. I'm — ■ 
(Interruption from children, quarreling.) 

Wife: Stop that fighting, children. 
Go and do your homework now, both of 
you. No, not in there. In the dining 
room. The table's larger. (To Citizen) 
Now, what were you saying? (Exit 

Citizen: About going in town to see 
the last game of the series. I couldn't 
miss that. Our party '11 win, anyway, so 
why should I vote? One vote won't 
make any difference. 

(Voices from behind scenes, Mary) 

Mo-o-ther! Alice has my fountain pen! 

(Second voice, Alice) 

Mo-o-ther! Come help me with my 

Wife: Oh, dear! Yes, I'm coming! 
I'm sorry about the Greens. I did want 
to go. 

(Voices from behind scenes, in unison, 

Yes—! (Exit.) 

(Enter Spirit of the United States, 
hands before face, clad in soiled white 

Citizen (looking up from newspaper) : 
Well! What the deuce! Who are you? 
Why the tears? 

Spirit: I am the Spirit of the United 
States. I mourn because I am forgotten, 
soiled by sordid graft, by greed, by disre- 
gard for my ideals. I am powerless. Ego- 
tism rules supreme ;indifference, an ally. 

Citizen: Oh, come now! Certainly 
all Americans remember you. I'm sure 
I do. We don't mean any harm. If we 
knew we were hurting you, I'm sure we'd 

Spirit: Talk! Talk! Why not act? 
You are an average citizen, typical of all 
citizens, not interested in the nation's 
welfare. You decline to vote, yet if 
everyone did his bit, all would be more 

Citizen: Talk, yourself ! How can the 
average citizen be interested in national 
affairs — they are too big for him! The 
President can care for them. That's 
what he's there for. 

Spirit: But do you ever take interest 
in your choice of President? No! The 
most important official of the govern- 
ment, you let others choose; you take no 
part, and then you complain — "The na- 
tion's going to the dogs!" You must 
take interest, you and the millions like 

Citizen: Oh, I say! I'll do anything 
in my power to please you, rather than 
have you feel like that. 


Spirit: Is that a promise? 
Citizen: Why— yes. 
Spirit: Then first you must know the 
qualities of a good President. Here they 


Enter Honesty: I am Honesty, per- 
sonal and political. A President must 
have me to be qualified as a leader of 

Enter Knowledge: I am Knowledge, 
knowledge of all domestic and foreign 
matters related to our government. With- 
out me a President would be a puppet 
in the hands of grafters. I open vistas 
to the leader's mind. I show the needs 
of the nation. Knowledge is breadth 
of mind; breadth of mind brings under- 

Enter Courage: I am Courage. I 
strengthen the President. I lead him 
to great things. I give him decisiveness. 
I hold him to what he thinks is right, 


him thai right 

I I 

embody the hopes of thi 
and dead. I l< ad th I 
the height 
places. I am the c 

Enteb ( !omi 
Sense. I ad as an anchoi .'-::. 

J am a quality appan 
America. As Idealism lead intry 

to spiritual greatm 
material prosperity. 

Spirit: Many more are the qualities 
of a good President, but I 
most important. Look for them ah* 
Can you name them? 

Citizen: Yes. Common - 
ism, Courage, Knowledge, Honesty. 

Spirit: Excellent! Now follow mo, 
and I will show you the process <>f the 
President's election. 

ACT II. Registration of Voters 

Pantomime showing the future voter quired facts to official.-, wl thorn 

taking oath, giving his name and re- in the Book of Registries. 

ACT III. National 

Radio Announcer: Ladies and gen- 
tlemen of the radio audience: As you 
know, this is the third day of the national 
convention of the Liberal Party of our 
nation. Many of you have followed the 
events of the past two days, but those 
who have not will perhaps be glad 
to have a few words of explanation before 
today's work begins. 

First, as to the appearance of the hall: 
at the extreme rear of the hall, which 
seats 2500 people, just above the heads 
of the spectators who throng the galleries 
is a huge American flag. The balconies 
are draped in our national colors, and 
the entire hall is, in fact, a mass of colors, 
to which the beautiful gowns of the 
women delegates give added brilliance. 

Convention by Radio 

The delegates, who, you remen 
were chosen by the people in the spring 
primaries, have seats on th 
delegation carries a large standard 
ing the name of the state it represents. 

One of the many bands he: 
playing while the delegates take their 
places. It is very warm, ami ah 
many of the men have removed their 

On the platform is the stand where the 
chairman of the convention presid s 
large adding machine which is used in 
counting the votes, and several men and 
women of prominence in the party. 

The chairman is now rapping for order. 
Music and the opening prayer will follow, 
and then the business oi the day. the 



nomination of candidates, will begin. 
Now I will let you hear the music. 
(Music by the school orchestra.) 

Chairman of Convention: Nomina- 
tions for the candidate of the Liberal 
Party for President are now in order. 
The secretary will call the roll. 

Secretary: Alabama. 

Chairman of Ala. delegation: Ala- 
bama has no candidate. 

Secretary: Arizona. 

Chairman of Arizona Delegation: 
Mr. Chairman, and assembled delegates 
of the Liberal Party, one nominee for the 
Presidency has already been chosen. He 
is the selection of the people; he is the 
most capable, most worthy, most con- 
scientious of leaders. He is one who will 
always consider the nation's welfare 
before his own; he will hold high the 
ideals of the American people, for them 
and for the world. 

America has always been an example. 
Other nations look to her as their pattern. 
But the leader of America is still more 

closely watched. He takes the. initiative. 
He typifies the people. He is primarily, 
before being President, a citizen of the 
United States. He is a representative 
of all the millions behind him. 

The man who is best fitted to guide the 
faith and future of the people, to act as 
pilot of national affairs, is the one whom 
we now, confident of his success, do 
officially nominate as candidate for the 
presidency — John Smith. 

(Cheers — music by school orchestra.) 

Radio Announcer: Ladies and gentle- 
men of the radio audience, four hours 
have passed. The list of nominations is 
now complete, eight candidates having 
been presented. Now the convention 
will proceed at once with the voting. 
The presiding officer calls the roll of 
states in alphabetical order, and the chair- 
man of each delegation announces the 
vote of his group. When one candidate 
receives the majority of votes, he will 
thereby receive the nomination. 


Setting: Man's den. 

Characters: Host and three guests. 

Host: Gee, but it's great to be home 
again after so many years abroad! I 
never was so happy in my life as when I 
first sighted the Statue of Liberty. It 
gave me a thrill somehow or other. At 
all events, I couldn't stay away any 
longer when I heard about the race for 
President this year, and the probable 
deadlock. I just had to come back home 
and find out for myself how things were 
going. And, by the way, that's one of 
the reasons why I invited you fellows up 
here tonight. You see there is method 
in my madness, for I killed two birds 
with one stone. I not only planned to 
see you again after our long separation, 

but I also planned to learn your political 
views. I know you (indicating one of 
his guests after the other) are a Republi- 
can, you, a Democrat, and you, a Progres- 
sive, and though I have only one vote to 
cast, still I want it placed where it will 
do the most good. So for this evening 
I will allow myself to be the "bone of 
contention," and you may scrap together 
to see whose party I shall join! All 
ready — on you march — set — go! 

(The guests all crowd forward, over- 
whelming their host with passionate 
declarations of their parties' worth.) 

Host: Hold on! I didn't mean to 
start a second World War. I tell you 
what — each of you may talk for five 
minutes, and we'll proceed alphabetically, 
just to prevent bloodshed and to keep 

TH E A RG i I. N OT 

peace. Jim Brown may -start with the 
arguments for the Democrats. 

Mr. Brown: At the end of every great 
war, comes an aftermath of unrest, of 
moral and political disintegration. A 
crime wave has already swept this coun- 
try both in civil and political life ag can 
readily be pointed out in these last four 
years of Republican administration. The 
only cure for this is a return to a strong 
Democratic leadership. Not only docs 
our platform advocate the ratification 
of the Child Labor amendment which is 
essential for the protection of the future 
voters of ths country, but also favors 
a low tariff and tax reduction, two things 
which are absolutely necessary if the 
country is to return to normal conditions. 
Another feature of the Democratic plat- 
form which has brought many supporters 
to the party is its approval of private 
ow ership of railroads. Government 
ownership would only offer to corrupt 
politicians additional opportunities for 
graft. We also favor government control 
of water rights and the construction of 
a waterway from the Great Lakes to the 
Atlantic Ocean for the benefit of the 
people. We favor the League of Na- 
tions. Unless we wish to discount the 
World War, in which so many thousands 
of young men gave their lives for the sake 
of justice and right, unless we wish to 
cast aside this great battle for the preser- 
vation of civilization, we must join the 
Court of International Justice and the 
League. We, furthermore, promise to 
collect the debts owed us by foreign na- 
tions and to regain the wealth made 
through fraudulent war contracts, when 
huge corporations, taking advantage of 
the government's unsettled condition, 
went into profiteering on a large scale 
and through the government defrauded 
the people of vast sums of money. The 
late administration has done practically 

not hint.' U 

we take the I 

the many thing! 

rectify. We that 

we have non 

candidate mo I 

for thai position. I 

are ■•'II the d< 

the idea] Pn rid< i 

cere, and c ipable, and 

dorship in England I 

understanding of foreign n 

Confronted with all 
must see thai thi 

open to you Inn to join with us in striving 
for better and bigger thi] 

Host: That almost pers 
becomo a Democrat ; bul 
to hear what the others hai 
Clashun may now tell U£ 

Mr. Clashun: There i- onlj 
party worthy of your vote! It i- not the 
Democratic: they an- too timid! 
the Republican: tiny have i 
many blunders in th 
Progressive! Tin 

the name implies, advot _ - 

toward a better government. 
to take the power from a small numlxr 
of men and give it over to the entire 
people. It wishes I - to have 

power over the judicial veto, a p 
which the Supreme Court has usurped. 
It also wishes the peopl • directly 

for the members oi the Supreme C 
who are to serve for a period oi ten j 
In common with the Democrat 
it favors the Child Labor law. the 
struction of a waterway from the < 
Lakes to the Sea, and also agrees in the 
matter of tax reduction. It support 
the only way of lowering rates ami ob- 
taining better service, the government 
ownership of railroads. If 
compensation for war veterans, to be 



paid by the wealthy instead of making 
the poor poorer by taxing them. We de- 
sire the direct nomination and election 
of the President, as well as a law requiring 
the vote of the people before entering 
war with any nation. We also want an 
increase in the salaries of the postal 
employees, who, although the cost of 
living has risen greatly, have always 
lived on the same meagre pay. It is a 
disgrace to the country which employs 
them! Our plank on labor does away 
with injunctions, thus giving the labor- 
ing man a fair chance; and we also wish 
to give the industrial workers and the 
farmers the right of collective bargaining. 
I am through! I have said my say! 
Whatever your choice may be, I know 
that I shall follow until the death the 
white fighting crest of La Follette! 

Host: I'm sure I don't know which 
party I do believe in, but there are three 
sides to this question and we have yet to 
hear from our Republican, Bill Harlowe. 

Mr. Harlowe : When the Republican 
administration took control of the Gov- 
ernment in 1921, there were many prob- 
lems to be faced. Four and a half million 
people had to be taken care of. The 
farmers were discouraged and almost 
bankrupt. Industry and commerce were 
on the verge of destruction. 

To-day, the growth in industry is 
amazing. Commerce has become one 
of the greatest occupations of the country. 
The vast majority of people are employed 
and the condition of the farmers has 
greatly improved. We have made 
treaties with the Far East and Mexico, 
and we have settled disputes with Chili 
and Peru. We have the payment to us 
of the debts of foreign countries well under 


Explanation: Here you will see the 
voters of the nation. Only those whose 

way. All this we have done in our ad- 
ministration. We admit that there was 
corruption during the last years of Re- 
publican leadership. This, however, was 
the fault of individuals only, not of the 
party as a whole. 

Our platform for the coming term 
stands for law, order, cleanliness, effi- 
ciency, and honesty in the Government of 
the country. We favor a Federal Com- 
mission Agent to investigate our taxing 
system in regard to a tax reduction. We 
also favor the budget system which has 
been firmly established by Mr. Dawes, our 
candidate for Vice-President. In re- 
gard to foreign relations, we desire a per- 
manent Court of International Justice, 
but not the League of Nations. We wish 
friendly relations with all foreign coun- 
tries, and we favor the reduction of arma- 
ments. Although we do not want public 
ownership, we do support the Govern- 
ment in control of mines and railways 
in times of strikes and wars. We favor 
better working conditions and the im- 
provement of our natural resources. We 
desire improvement of our naturalization 
laws, we favor an eight-hour day and 
higher wages. And certainly, not our smal- 
lest inducement for the country to go Re- 
publican, is our candidate, Calvin Coolidge. 

Why, here is his picture! Notice how 
dependable, how gracious he looks. I 
assure you that this picture doesn't de- 
ceive you either. He's about the wisest 
man I know for President. 

Host: This has certainly been one of 
the most interesting evenings of my life. 
You fellows actually make me dizzy. 
I'll have to think a long time over what 
you've said before I know my own mind. 


names appear on the list of registered 

voters are allowed to take part in the 


election. As each receives a ballot, hie 
name is checked on this lisl to prevent 
his casting more than one ballot. Party 
officials also check off this respective 
party member, to be sure that all are 
voting. When the voter has recorded 
his choice, the ballot is handed to an 
official who deposits it in a special box. 

(Pantomime of election.) 

Explanation (showing an enlarged 
copy of a ballot): The ballot is divided 
into sections according to the number of 

partie I 

the oamee of the candi 

and Vice-Presidi i 

the name 

check i- placed. 

of electors for whom 

You do not vote for the I 

rectly, but for the* 

ary, vote for the President 

If the electors fail 
vote, the President if 
National Houe the 

Vice-President, by the 

ACT VI. Inauguration 

The Chief Justice administers the Oath and Vice-Presidenl stand in the 
of Office to the incoming President and ground as witness 
Vice-President. The outgoing President 


(Addressed to Audience, Citizen of United States and the Spirit of I'nit* - 

We have toiled and labored long, 
We have given of our best. 
If we've aided, e'en a trifle, 
Little matter of the rest. 
If we've made your vision keener, 
If your thoughts we've clarified, 
Then that indeed is our reward 
And we are more than satisfied. 

But if you heed not tin- 
If you act not as you ought — 
Alas! then failure is our doom 
And all our labor's gone for dj 
So do not shun your nati<>n*> rail. 
To no one else your duty 1- 
Strive ever on to right and truth. — 
Through striving only, we a< hi 


At the recent "Arguenot" Dance, one 
of the older alumni was heard to remark. 
"Evidently the High School paper has 
now become an established factor in the 
school curriculum, and is no longer the 
uncertain struggling news sheet that 
began its existence in the fall of 1020." 
Congratulations, High School, and best 
wishes of your Alumni. 

Miss Helen Calnan, 1921, is teaching in 
the Attleboro schools. 

The Class of 1921 wrote a large numeral 
"4" in its records a short while ago when 
Miss Cynthia Colburn became the bride 

of Mr. Leslie Latham. Nol so bad — one 
for every year since graduation, and if 

all reports are tine. Sam Howard wiU lx^ 
the next one. 

We note a new organization in our 
midst, The Dare Knights, made \ 
practically all N. 11. S. Alumni. This - 
perfectly harmless society, guaranu 
have no aims, destructive or other - 
against the public welfare, but rather is 
a distinctive asset because of the lofty 
thoughts (a few oi the members being 
six feet or over" 1 and creative talents of its 
members. However, if there are any 



timid young ladies who are a little 
skeptical because of the sinister name 
of the organization, let them remember 
when they are approaching one or more 
of the august members after sundown 
(or before) to rnurniur simply the pass- 
word "Skitta Beebee"— the effect will be 

Miss Ethel Fitzpatrick, 1920., has ac- 
cepted a position at the Norwood Auto 
Station, Inc. 

Jeff MacLean and Doug Flaherty both 
made the freshman team at Colby Col- 
lege. Bill Hammersley also made the 
freshman team at Yale. 

Helen Parrock, 1924, has entered 
Bradford Academy, Bradford, Mass. 

Miss Frances Parker of the Town office 
and Dr. Harold Perkins of the Boston 
City Hospital were married on Novem- 
ber 1st. 

Miss Helen Anderson, 1923, is working 
in the First National Bank of Boston. 

Miss Bertha Dion, 1917, was recently 

married to Mr. George Leo Burke of 

Miss Meriel Blumenkranz, 1921, has 
put out her sign as a teacher of pianoforte 
and harmony. 

The last item reminds us that 1921 
always was a musical class (tho' perhaps 
not wholly classical) — remember the Fa- 
mous Five? 

It might be interesting if some of the 
class prophets of bygone years would dig 
out some of their commencement efforts 
for publication, so that we might test 
their prophetic powers and see if various 
classmates have lived up to what was 
expected of them. 

Any reports of the latest births, deaths 
and marriages, bankruptcies, divorces, 
suicides and trips to Europe among the 
Alumni will be appreciated. In fact we 
should like anything but political de- 
bates and letters of advice to the love- 



"The x\bhis" — We consider your paper 
to be among the best that we receive. 
Your exchange department is one of 
which you might well be proud. Why 
not have your advertisements all to- 

"The Periscope" — Your paper though 
small is well arranged and holds one's 
interest until the finish. 

"The Unquity Echo" — A paper which 
is interesting because of its variety of 

"The Advocate"— Congratulations are 

certainly due you on your commence- 
ment number. It is fine! 

"Oakleaves," Maine — You possess one 
of the most finished and well-planned 
papers in our exchange. 

"The Reflector" — Your May issue con- 
tains exceptionally good editorials, not to 
mention your stories and the fine ex- 
change department. 

"The Advance" — What a cleverly ar- 
ranged exchange column in your May 

"The Register "—Welcome to our ex- 
change department! Your stories are all 
excellent, but we found "Dead Man's 
Groan" especially good. 

T BE ARG1 : 


"The Advance," Salem— One of our 
best. We enjoy "Sir Kenneth de Bov- 
erly" very much. 

"The Alpha," Now Bedford- Your 
foreign language department ia a very 
attractive feature of your splendid maga- 

The Arguenot has received the following 
exchanges : 

"The Advance," Salem. Mass. 
"The Reflector," Woburn, Mass. 
"The Alpha," New Bedford, Mass. 


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